Magnus Effect

My son squares his attention
with a barrel. Crushed buckets
of feelings, stinging my pitches
like retribution, doing it again.

I volunteer to shag with him —
warm leather mixing 
with GLVs, regret and hope
in my nose — a moratorium 
on my errors. I accept

what is concluded
these afternoons when two
opposing forces come together —
I always slip the furthest hit
in my pocket. A father, yes,
and also a little bit helpless.

— JEFFREY DIKEMAN

Jeffrey Dikeman is a poet and financial analyst by day who lives and works in the Bronx. His first two collections of poems are available on Amazon and the New York University alum spends most of his free time penning verses and watching the New York Yankees.