Playing Out Back

A ball and a stick and
A diamond of trash cans as
Fifty thousand adoring fans
Fill a postage stamp yard 

To wait and watch in anticipation, 
Knowing all too well your 

Late inning heroics will 

Somehow rise to save the day. 

Chalk roads on concrete, 

Pathways through neighborhoods 

Real and imagined 

In intricate patterns. 

Crossroads and railroads, 

Stop lights and stop signs, 

Fire truck and ambulance, 

Cops chasing speeders.

Playing til sunset, 

Beyond if allowed, 

Til mother yells, “bath time”. 

Reality stinks.

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