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THE POETRY OF THE GAME

THE HOME RUN

February 13, 2018June 21, 2017 by bardpoems

Like a child freeing up
an ecstatic white moth,
loosing it from his hands –

there is a moment
at center-swing
when the bat is solemn

and the ball
streaks off
screaming the hard wood’s praise!

Categories Alan Basting
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