That Baseball

That baseball…baseball coming down
oh no!
That baseball
is coming right down on my head!

Forcing my instincts to duck or run away
deep into the crevices of my soul
as I defensively hold the glove out.
The ball thumps into it, but I hold on
as it slams my nine year old body to the ground

That baseball…
oh no!
That baseball
is coming right down on my head!

Quickly setting the soda on the seat
and holding my hands cupped above my head
watching the ball slamming off my 12 year old hand
hurting more than a baseball should
only to be snatched out of the air
by an old, fat, grinning, guy behind me

That baseball…
oh no!
That baseball
is coming right down on my head!

only because I’ve been running to catch it
and when I’m close I realize I’ve misjudged
but stop just in time to have the ball
bounce off my 25 year old shoulder
and into my glove, helping to win the game.

That baseball…
oh no!
That baseball
is coming right down on my head!

Stepping aside, it barely misses my 60 year old body,
thumps sadly to the ground and rolls away
only to be recklessly followed by a ten year old
who thoughtlessly chases it into the street
where a honking car screeches to a halt
but I’m thinking I should have let the ball hit me.

That Baseball

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