The Field of My Dreams

The park was immense, its lilac-bush-lined fences remote To blast a home run took a superhuman smote All alone a-tremble at home plate, so helpless and small Dared I hope to swing, and not miss the ball... Decades later, the lilac bushes are grown thicker The once-cavernous park now shrunken, and quicker Than my shock at the passing of so many years The unraveling of stitches from my baseball-sized tears