Kite String Poems: The Center of the Universe
It wasn’t the Red Sox crushing
the Yankees that I remember.
I don’t even know what the score was.
It was everything else that day.
The scholarly way my grandfather
spoke as he explained his complex
baseball theories on the drive over.
The way those creaky wooden
seats felt as they seared the…
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glorystreams1 said:
You are an artist, painting a scene in time with words in the now that will bring back memories in the future… love it! and am not a base-ball fan, but this is a home-run! outta-da-park, baby!
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