Journeys
A baseball glove lies on its back
in a trunk of items
once fresh and youthful
now discarded for
love and marriage
perhaps a stroller
whose blue-eyed
blue-bootied
occupant will
himself!
soon be
the proud owner
of his first glove
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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