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Turning Thighs To Diamonds

Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son 
shall ask bread, will he reach him a stone? - Matthew 7: 9
 
 

No blame shall stain us now, father.

The heavy ball you hit to me is never caught, 
a floppy glove always falls from a hesitant hand. 
Mars in you still storms the makeshift diamond. 

Each base of cardboard weighted with stone 
is still our house; a bat, a ball, a mitt,
hard rules of the game mean to undo my
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