Going Through My Fathers Attic
The torn Rawlings symbol,
old worn leather
faded light brown,
fingers coming apart.
In its web pocket,
sits a ball, which is
almost as abused,
as the leather.
Back then,
it was to big for me,
and looked
clumsy.
But now it fits
just right,
and is already
broken in
Copyright © Christopher Oneill | Year Posted 2014
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