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April 21, 2018 BASEBALL, Poetry

Curveball

Ed Meek

Curveball photo

It was a slow curve—a big bender,
spinning against the trajectory
of the ball. It hung
at the apex
suspending
time
distorting space
like a full moon, while
I waited back on my heels
And when I went for it, it was
nowhere near where I expected it to be.

 

image: Tara Wray


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