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Jun 18
Inspired By Todd Mcfarlene in Seventh Grade
NYC space needs pardoning--
it's all right, come on.
this poem is a shoutout to a ranger
in the form of a boy, by the blessed
name of: Justine.
a ballfield in Queens started kicking
up dust.
my little man became transfixed by
a tennis ball caught in the overhead
link of homebase.
the dome of a link, that so happens
to homerun.
Justine couldn't stand that tennis ball
lodged in that link.
I-I walked up to this very natural athlete,
somehow fathering a boy.
no one stepped up in his moment but me.
he used the availability of rocks, breached
by dust--so i stood up from a bench & politely
asked for Justine's rock.
I had to state: You have it kid, while rapid-firing
the joint of my right shoulder.
leaving our meaningful dent on a number facing a
ballfield.
i gently advised Justine to mount the batting cage.
to retrieve the tennis ball--though it lay at the cusp
of the batting cage.
the coach of his people rightfully came around--
as the stranger of me asserted what I saw in You.
I-I was about to become Spiderman just for you,
as if I was Justine--inspired by Todd Mcfarlane in seventh
grade~
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