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THE POETRY OF THE GAME

IMPERFECT MEN

Three canvas bases
Perfectly placed.
Home plate and the mound
Perfectly spaced.

The chalk laid down
In a perfect line.
The infield dirt
Raked perfectly fine.

Then the teams take the field —
And we’re reminded again.
It’s a perfect game
Played by imperfect men.

– By Richard Barter

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