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  • Curve Ball

    So many mornings ago
    I tried to wake from a dream.
    I had become a soldier.
    You became a Marine.

    And nearly thirty years has passed
    Since we were not yet teens.

    Outside your house, a baseball in a mud puddle.
    I lifted it, held it, and I wiped it on my knee.

    I had become a soldier.
    You, a Great Marine.

    I turned it over and over, tracing
    the infinite seam.

    And it was wet. The grass was wet.
    Saturated all around.
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