home run – September 25

9.25

I sat with you tonight in the big brass

baseball glove, me a little self-conscious

of my weight, you the girl in the pretty

pink jacket and jeans. I fell in love with

you again almost before I saw the digital

download, when you turned to me with

your earrings and smile. I was a goner.

home run. double play. wheel me home.

take me away.

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