Read the excerpt from “How I Learned English.” So it was not impossible that I, Banished to the outfield and daydreaming Of water, or a hotel in the mountains, Would suddenly find myself in the path Of a ball stung by Joe Barone. I watched it closing in Clean and untouched, transfixed By its easy arc before it hit My forehead with a thud.

This excerpt is part of the poem’s

exposition.
rising action.
falling action.
resolution.