First Base
I make a pilgrimage to find an old foul ball
My bat twisted sideways under a twilight sky,
Hit many years ago, over the bleachers out of a sandlot field
I search for what I can't find
I'll make life fair, I'll hold the ball one last time
haiku 60
8 hours ago
1 comment:
Cool - kids don't play baseball anymore. What are the "moments" for modern kids: the time they got 517 kills in Halo?
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