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The arm of the pitcher

spins like a fan blade.
As fast as a bullet, the ball
soars into the catcher’s mitt.
Strike.
The ball flies,

aluminum to leather.
Like a meteor it falls, falls, falls,

until a fence is crossed.
Home run.
Game won.





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