Homerun
Homerun
Up to the plate
The bat in the dirt 1, 2.
Arms up,
Feet out,
One practice swing.
The pitcher and catcher
Exchange a look,
One nod.
The ball curves swiftly through the air,
Flying faster and faster.
Finally,
The bat and ball meet
Like two cars crashing,
And the ball is sent into reverse,
Gone.
Homerun.
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