Thursday, April 14, 2022

Eighty-seven:

It’s springtime

and there is the sound


of a ballgame being called 

on my front porch.


Cat on my lap. “Stee-rike!”

Dog at my feet. “Pop!”


“…that’s a single to right…”

“…the winning run is on base…”


“Crack!!”

“Five to Six to Three!”


“Doub-ble-play!”

“Raise The Jolly Roger!”


At the end of the day

all is right with my world.




©️Mark W. Ó Brien

14Apr2022

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