nine.

i had a 

sentimental moment

walking through

the park

towards home

tonight

nearly three

my senses

heightened

the world

silent.

approaching the

baseball diamond

i stood

for a moment

in right field

and closed 

my eyes.

the sunday sun

stung

and boiled

our tropic

blood,

we steamed

for camaraderie,

for solidarity,

for fucking

good times.

i touched

my forehead

and tasted

the sweat.