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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

there

the centerfielder
turns
rushes back
reaches up his glove
and
snares the
ball,
we are all him for
that moment,
sucking the air
into our
gut.
as the crowd roars like
crazy
we rifle the ball back
through the
miraculous
air.

#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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