
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