Miss Rice (_onlysky_) wrote,
Miss Rice
_onlysky_

Batter

There is a time and place,
where it means baseball,
bright sun and worn leather gloves,
soft and green;

where it means cakes
quietly rising in the oven,
warm and sweet,

no longer black and blue. 
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