It was a softball game on a beautiful day
So perfect that a few thin clouds
Had thrown themselves against the crystal sky in tribute
It was an all girls league
The coach, yelling about a first base call, would never coach softball again.
So perfect that a few thin clouds
Had thrown themselves against the crystal sky in tribute
It was an all girls league
The coach, yelling about a first base call, would never coach softball again.
I remember a fly ball, too, hit to left field
With bases loaded
Hit a glove about the same time
A man walked on the field,
Spoke with the angry coach,
And we cheered for our team.
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5.10.11
Based on "The Melon" by
Charles Simic
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