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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

Copyright © Gershon Wolf