28 September, 2014


Sun out, fielded
First to home,
rhythms of runs
and cheers up to bat.

Markers of times spent
Before and in the future
stepped on and run around

Even time used with even talent
Stunted days growing shorter
giantly swing for antigravity
lost in twilight glee.

One more time around
One more reason to run
In gloomy shade
innings are counted.

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