Baseball

Fri, 04/08/2016 - 12:14 -- TH36

I Love this game

But it does not love me

The sound of the oak wood bats

Launching spheres

Into orbit

That perfect sound

 

I love this game

But it does not love me

The sliding to steal

The diving to rob

The dirt that cloaks me

The perfect camouflage

 

I love this game

But it does not love me

The memories

The brotherhood of

Imperfect men in

The perfect game

 

I love this game

But it does not love me

This game will leave me

After that last inning

After my last hit

The perfect exit

This poem is about: 
Me

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