Sunday, April 5, 2015

04-05-15 Sunday Night Baseball Poem

Sneaking onto that old baseball field
Through a hole in the fence onto the ball field
Collecting stones throwing home at the plate
Playing ball from dawn until dusk

Let's go out and have a catch
Throw the ball around all afternoon
Chasing the ghosts of yesterday
While living large in this moment






   

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