question
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
Milton, you and your Mum will be in my heart tomorrow. Go Sox!
once the Townie …
once the younger …
Milton, did you catch Writers Almanac today. A lovely poem, “Catch”, by Joseph Mills. The title made me think of you. And your loves.
I did, Leah. Thanks.