Monday, August 22, 2011

Baseball



In grassy fields, boys and girls gather every summer
to swim in the long days of baseball--
this game of rules and certainty.

In winter we may carve up the world
and whittle our own hearts to dust,

but there was a diamond moment
of learning to wait for the ball
to fall easily into the glove,

while fathers in black and white shirts
called out,  "Safe."

Called out, "Home."

rhonda

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