Go Yard

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A count,
two and two,
the pitch
coming in,
sweat,
dripping
off me,
I looked,
in sight
of the ball.

Crack,
a nice, smooth crack
ending with a pop,
I dropped the club,
looked up,
to see the sphere.

I watched it
fly,
high,
underneath
was a boy
watching,
too.

Trotting
the bases,
a round,
as three came home,
slapped five to the coach,
and I too followed.





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