The smell
Everyone moves
To the window to look
Work stops and people start talking
Rain came
Baseball
Bat
cracks against
The
pitch, sending it out
Over the
back fence, I did it!
Homerun
Listen...
With
faint dry sound,
Like
steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
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