The game plays on

Much has changed –
the players of my youth long gone;
the Gunner and the Possum silent and buried.
But when I launch MLB.com,
the game remains the same
and the magic of the airwaves
transports me through space and time
and again I am on Neville Island,
a child, snuggled ‘neath the sheets,
transistor in hand
as the game plays on.

28 May 2012
Shire on the Hudson

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