Something fallen out of the air, some
thing that was breathing there before
stopped: or say it is a difference
felt quickly on turning from one's work
to the window, and seeing there the same
trees the same color, the sky still without,
changed only in reference to the
which also seem to have turned away.
The world still external but less distinct
at its center. For a few
seconds. Fall. The centerfielder drifts under
the last fly ball of the summer, and puts it away.
Baseball I gave you all the best years of my life
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