Baseball Haiku 1-5

Complete games
aren’t what they used to be—
bullpens exploding

Pitcher wipes his brow,
sun peaks out from clouds—
there goes the runner!

It’s lonely on the bench
when you’re pitching well—
no-hitter brewing

Ash tree gave its life
for a thousand home runs—
Hall of Fame material

It’s past my bedtime
but I’ll listen all night—
extra innings

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