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poem submitted to "Beauty of Baseball" poetry contest, Matt Caliri, sponsor, 5/22/2026
Sun-warmed boards glow beneath lingering footsteps~ heat rising gently from their time-soft grain. A faded ball spins through amber air~ sun warming its seams like a memory held close. The infield breathes, dust rising in slow brown spirals of yesterday’s hush. A foul ball arcs, threaded with sunlight, its seams catching the hush of a summer crowd. A glove waits, creased, as if shaped by every catch that ever came home. The glove lifts, easy, as if greeting an old friend returning home.
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