He saw his father resting through the foggy window-
Five minutes of peace, that’s all he ever got-
Outside it was wet, cold-
Damp, humid inside-
The house is still warm, the couch is warm-
The baseball in the corner, on the chair-
That’s one thing they always did-
Play catch-
‘Lemme see what you got, son’
Whoosh, pat, ‘ooh’
‘My boy’
‘One in a crowd’
‘I’m proud’
‘I’m sad’
‘He’s my dad’
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