The Game

He called out a game
And I agreed to it.
He started the play in motion
And I followed through,
Throwing my own rules
Into the arena,
Taking time and energy,
Flexing and stretching,
Prepping for each
Thrust and pare.
He layed four bases
On the ground and I ran them.
Then left the game
Unfinished.

He threw out a game
And I played it.

by Cathleen Treacy on Saturday, October 06, 2012

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