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The Game

by Edward Ahern

I watched a baseball game last night
Played on garbage.
Strips of sod and chalked lines
Were laid out on thirty years of refuse:
Ephemeral movements on slow decay,
Artificial rules on artificial earth,
Winning and losing on discarded experiences.
No one noticed.

Copyright © 2015 by Edward Ahern

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