I’ll See You in My DreamsLiving in the moonglow along the arc of a line drive
I knew from the start that you were the girl for me.
Sitting in the June fog in the bleachers with the cops
The retired teachers and the Sinatra fans, the guys
Still looking for Willie Mays alone under the lights
In centerfield at Candlestick Park, loneliness builds
Like quickness, as repetition and preparation
Quiver into muscle memory, jumbled among
The things they wish they hadn’t taught their kids. The shot
Heard round the world never caught you in San Francisco
And the bad hops never kept you awake. That’s the stuff
That never makes the box score and made you the girl for me.
The day we swear we’ll die together we curse our children
To solitude and sunburned sanity. I can change, I swear.
R. D. Girard***************
RL
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