Preseason

jaden-pitching

He waits: no inning’s yet been played;

no runs, no hits, no errors made.

He waits: the infield’s not been chalked;

no strikeouts thrown, no batters walked.

He waits for baseball in the sun,

for eating hot dogs on a bun.

I rake the field and mark the line

because his dreams – they once were mine.

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