Baseball Haiku

Two of these appear in the online version of the lit mag "Hobart" here and here.

Endgame

The closer uncoils
The bat and fearsome batter
Become one to strike

Longball

The flyball skies high
In the stands, ten gloves await;
The pitcher kicks dirt

Swing Through

In sheer disbelief
Having swung through the fastball
He lowers his gaze

Batter

Pujols pounds the plate,
Lifts his club, fixes his glare
To punish mistakes

Pitcher

The fearsome dark gaze,
The great wingspan, the glory:
Koufax on the mound

Triple

The ball rattles free
A blur buzzes the bases–
Ichiro rolls on

Shortstop

A dancer, an imp,
A majestical pixie:
Omar wears a grin