I am ten years old
and my feet tear through the grass
that big green field across from our house
i beg him to throw it higher and farther
i want to run for it, dive for it
and so he humors me
and i run ten miles
in my ten-year old mind
it was all so open
that field that sky that time
and now

i am forty-some years old
and when i think of him
this is always and forever the first image
vivid in my mind
he and i
arcing the ball
white against blue of an upstate sky
that was our time
the miles imagined and real
the field the sky
as fresh today
as ever

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