first bounce or fly
the light continues to reflect off anything
in its path and I’m here to soak it all in
nothing seems to be working
the clocks are stuck again
all within plus or minus fifty years
meanwhile I sit just past third base
drinking old style and keeping score
childhood glove on lap
fly balls nowhere in sight
I’m in the hole
down on one knee
wondering where all the beautiful people go
once the game is over
since there’s nothing left to do
I’m thinking I should go to the beach
maybe put myself under the virtual spotlight
and find out a little more about myself
april two thousand twenty
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Food for thought!A lot of meaning in so few sentences. Thank you!!!
Thanks so much Sofia. Hope you and your are safe and healthy!
Kindly welcome, my friend. May God protect you and your family. Sending you warm greetings from lockdown Athens!
This one is funny – and so good!
ah thanks so much!