Verse for Monica

Long time Stella player
Spiritual leader of old and new
Number 17 Number 17
Making huge grabs and then giving it back,
Only to do it again.

That time in Rochester,
Those girls were nuts.
You don’t look like a guy.
Well, maybe only a really pretty one.

In Boston, there was the foot
And No Borders, the shoulder.
That time you broke your wing before you got your ring.

But each spring you come back
And you have grown taller.
You are stronger and faster and fill the lane on D.

Rain or shine or mosquito-ridden
You always stop to ask how I am,
And wait to hear what I say.