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Game of Catch

Back and forth and

back again, arcing, easy,

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release, receive, the arm's

lunge and snap, the ball's

tortuous momentum and,

at last, the satisfying slap,

desire snared in the glove's

web, nonchalant, plucked

by the bare hand and

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sent on its way. And so on.

Boy to man and, in time,

man to boy again. Not

my game, my set of rules,

not even - at its heart - my poem.

No matter how new, we

are all latecomers to the world,

here to gather, to savor, to learn.

Yet this much is true:

Our turn now, our catch

on a summer evening, our ball.

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