Play Ball

back at home,

it’s business as usual,

waiting for the game to begin;

looks like there will be a slight

rain delay;

a technological mind

feels clean and sharp,

with no room for rough edges or

hidden pockets of fog,

cold and impersonal,

a machine without a soul;

sometimes it gets hard

to make the transition,

there are gears to be shifted,

internal clocks to be reset,

all sorts of calibrations and calculations

to be performed;

it’s not always easy

to put the beast back in its cage,

once it has tasted freedom,

you’ve got to keep it on a short leash,

if you expect to stop it

from devouring everything in sight;

looks like a break in the clouds,

as they roll up the tarp,

and the players take the field;

Play Ball!!

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