Thinking back
Back in time
A field of green
Chalky white dirt
Blue sky’s
So bright burning the eyes
Only one ball
The warm smell of a dirty worn glove
Flattened empty cups as bases
Call your field
Not enough players
The crack of a bat
Ghost runner at first
Pitcher
Catcher
Infield or out
Every position
Playing them all
Umpire by committee
Fair or foul
Everyone has a say
No fights
No arguments
Just loving the game
Shared gloves
Unless you got mine
Who’s the lefty?
What the!!!
I can’t use this!!!
Some unknown kids bat
Left from last night
No sunglasses
Didn’t need them
Just your dirty old hat
Water from the hose
Communal
Frozen in an old milk jug
Playing till dark
Can’t see the ball
Mosquitos eating everyone alive
Call it a day
Can you play tomorrow?
Running home
Missed dinner
Oh well
To bed hungry
But not a care
Drifting off to sleep
Smells and sounds thick like fog
Ready to awake and play again
Tonight
Going back in time
Remembering the game I love…
