Michael Allyn Wells
poetry in american culture
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Sunday, March 28, 2004
Play Ball
Like a horse before a race:
Jumpy ahead of the starting gate.
I can already smell the fresh cut grass
And hot dogs. Hear the crack of the bat.
I want it all so badly I can taste it,
Hear it, smell it... Is it April yet?
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