25 April 2010

And now, a poem.

Lawn chairs neatly line
Right field.
Caps pulled low,
Chins tucked into top of fleece zippers
As chilled April breeze blows at their backs.
Sun sinks behind the neighboring houses;
Blanket-wrapped legs;
Hushed chatter, no raucous calls.
Stoic,
Waiting to see what the season will hold:
Pitching problems? Ball handling?
Waiting and watching.
Little League Opening Day.

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