Birds and Baseball
I thought to write of butterflies.
Also of birds, their lovely song.
but then I came to realize
poems about them are miles long.
I'll write at last
of seasons past.
I watched a bird, in air, snag flies
and began writing a new song
of catcher's mitt and time that lies.
I thought time lasts, but I was wrong.
Sons will age, too
Time thought I knew.
May 30, 2022
for Posie Poem Contest
by Emile Pinet
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FIFTH PLACE
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