A Hitter's Game

Step up, step in, it's your time.
Check the field, survey its possibilities.
Check your swing, have a go, if
you miss, you'll get another chance.
There you go kid, you nailed it to
outer space!  Oh no, it's dropping,
someone will catch it.  Yes, they
did, but it doesn't matter, as the
game is still young.


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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