an early birthday present for Willie Mays:
Center Field Fantasy
I could do that
Tap my glove gallop hat’s off
Horizon bound
Basket catch twirl homeward
I could do that
I all but said to the stranger
In the park
All shiny youth
On my sunset stroll
I could do that
If you only knew
In my dreams
Of Technicolor yesterday
Long gone
Rounding third
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