Wanted: undeveloped real estate
Perhaps the best summer of my childhood
I spent in a vacant lot not far from my home.
Children would go where the blueberry bush stood.
Kindling sticks chosen for first at-bats. Some
Used fingers behind backs. Closest guess
Picked first among the players on hand.
Bat was usually Jimmy's or Randy's. Lest
Another had a recent birthday and
So brought a new bat. Gloves were shared.
End of an inning saw gloves flying with "heads up" shouts
But first a short stop at the blueberry bush where
A ripe crop fed us for the next three outs.
Looking up on Google maps now the fast
Line drive that winds me: the lot is now the past.
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