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    by  • April 3, 2016 • baseball, grief, poetry • 4 Comments

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    It”s Opening Day . . .
    (well, the Red Sox start tomorrow)
    I have moved from coffee shop
    to brewery trying to catch
    the metaphor.

    Is it as simple as
    the pitcher misses the strike zone,
    the catcher misses the tag,
    and I miss my mother,
    who has been gone half a season
    and won’t be here to see
    Big Papi take his last swing
    at Fenway?

    Peace,
    Milton

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    4 Responses to question

    1. Mary Ducey
      April 3, 2016 at 3:00 pm

      Milton, you and your Mum will be in my heart tomorrow. Go Sox!

    2. kennywood
      April 3, 2016 at 3:10 pm

      once the Townie …
      once the younger …

    3. Leah
      April 4, 2016 at 8:58 am

      Milton, did you catch Writers Almanac today. A lovely poem, “Catch”, by Joseph Mills. The title made me think of you. And your loves.

      • miltybc
        April 4, 2016 at 4:20 pm

        I did, Leah. Thanks.

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