In anticipation of spring
By RAHN ADAMS
Three boys tossed a ball / in the vacant sandlot, / an excuse just to talk / and to laugh until they burst.
The eldest one quit first, / taking his new ball with him, / forcing the others / to play with another horsehide.
As hard as those two tried, / the old spheroid didn’t feel right. / One boy joked, / “This ol’ pill must be hexed.”
The younger fielder left next, / not wanting to go, / but he was called away / without any choice in the matter.
Deciding not to be a lone batter, / the last boy elected / just to play catch with the sky / until it rained or worse.