swings the wooden bat
and the ball flies off it
with a loud bang,
the other boys
watch with open mouths
and wide eyes.
it sails and sails beyond the field
and arcs towards
the houses
where the ball shoots through
a window.
shattering glass like they've
never heard before.
it's a home run.
one they will talk about until
they're old and grey.
but that's not on their mind
at the moment
as they scatter and yell,
all of them running away,
except for the batter who
rounds the infield, making
sure to touch every base.
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