the clock ticks again
round sweeping numbered face hangs
the clock ticks again
each one follows another
a wrinkled face stares at you
Hitting balls off the wall, come on Kim, throw one over the plate, or if you
prefer I'll pitch another one.
Daniel
(the season of outdoor games and poetry)
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