Just one job.
Though just one job
that many opens an opportunity for me
offering variety like a buffet
vast like an open field
like i can hit a ball so much
yet less than 4
swing and miss
swing and miss
swing and homerun
artistically my mind floats me to home
in time after, i relive it
like playing a scene in a movie
so intense that it sweeps me mentally
visually positioned
i capture the picture
the movement guiding perfectly in my eye
cut!
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