The Attraction of Ivy

A boy looks up at his hero,
they share a passion and
a left handed stance.

One hundred and eight stitches
sew them together like
eighty-eight inches of red waxed thread
binds the infinite loops that form a baseball.

They both smile,
one has achieved his dream,
clad on the wall in celebration
of one hundred and eight years
of angst and disappointment
emanating from black cats and billy goats
smote by a cast of kids led by and eccentric old timer.

The other still molding his dream,
taking in every detail from seat
105, row
18, aisle
218.




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