Wednesday, March 27, 2013


I see me, my future self,
Years ahead, looking back
To my present self throwing
A baseball to my son, and
He catches. My eye
Full of his youth
And craving. My attention
Is elsewhere, probably
Given to some future
Moment, not imagining
That in that future
I will only wish
I am throwing a baseball
With my son right now.

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