Hodgkins Park                                 (March 2002)

the first warm afternoon in early march
kids on a field with bats and gloves
a waist-high soft line drive sails two feet to a boy�s right
he moves for it, turns and stretches
like the heroes he has seen at Fenway or on TV
and as the ball lands behind him and dribbles on
the boy regains his balance, turns his mitt toward his face
and opens it, finding only a smattering of dirt

it is good that he doesn�t know now
how often that painful ache he is feeling
will revisit his life
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