Playing Out Back

A ball and a stick and
A diamond of trash cans as
Fifty thousand adoring fans
Fill a postage stamp yard 
To wait and watch in anticipation, 
Knowing all too well your Late inning heroics will Somehow rise to save the day. 
Chalk roads on concrete, Pathways through neighborhoods Real and imagined In intricate patterns. Crossroads and railroads, Stop lights and stop signs, Fire truck and ambulance, Cops chasing speeders.
Playing til sunset, Beyond if allowed, Til mother yells, “bath time”. Reality stinks.

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