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 putting

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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