Thursday, December 5, 2024

the forever strike zone painted on the wall

behind
the bowling alley,
sixty years ago,
we painted
a strike zone
on the wall with a can
of black spray
paint.
our ball caps on,
with a rubber ball,
one bat,
and one glove
we played
stick ball
until the sun went down.
our arms
would be sore,
our legs tired from
chasing
the ball down the street,
or over
the fence into
the storm drain
beside
the lot, or down a sewer.
i drove by there yesterday,
with the doors locked
on my car.
the strike
zone
was still there, but
little else.

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