I actually have a baseball mitt with poems scrawled in green ink all over it. Of course, I was the one who scrawled them there. I put the "John Keats/Put your scarf on" one across the fingers, and the "lemon yellow scar" one all over the palm (see how nicely that works?) and a bunch of Baudelaire and Eliot ... and on my first attempt in centerfield with the wildly artistic, appropriated pretentious fan sentiment of a glove the ball glanced off the green-inked fingers and hit me in the eyeball. It hurt like bejesus squared and then I could only read the poems with one eye. So remember that before you go out and buy that red hunter's cap. rick