These men are definite
as sparrows at work.
Split that seed with one peck
or starve.
There is no minor league
for birds.
There is exactly one way
to pirouette into a double play:
perfectly.
These men don’t doubt
themselves. Each hop, each stab,
each scramble through the air
into the catch of the sycamore’s
top twig is a necessity,
it’s absolute.
To stay alive out in the field,
be an authority on parabolas
and fear philosophy.
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