Shiny Red Bicycles and Long Fly Balls a shiny red bicycle leaning against a picket fence with the Sun sopping through the heavy, drooping boughs of green to gild the dewy new morning grass and the boy is running under the fathomless Egyptian-blue sky of Summer his head up, his eyes hunting a cloudless sky for a tiny white pill, his lungs on fire, chasing back, back, back on the tufty uneven cow pasture, stabbing his left hand in the vacant air of his hot pursuit, feeling the baseball suck deep into the leather pocket of his mitt whip-lashing his wrist it’s like catching a falling star; in of itself the wish come true as he brings himself to a halt in the ankle- deep grass; wheels and throws the ball Home, in all his might!
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 19:36:43 +0000
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