I still wear a t-shirt

From when I had a teen crush

Born from America’s pastime

Raised on the days of summer

When a AAA player

Chasing the Major Leagues

Skillfully stretched

To catch more than flyballs

With all the ease of cotton

Yet, inevitably

Pinholes appeared

In the fabric

Of time and place

Where a long-forgotten face

Coyly watched

As the ball left the bat

To find the hand of a fan

Who would hold onto

The white ball with red stitches

Until threadbare

Like this t-shirt I wear