You can see it in the batter’s eyes
As he makes contact, this time just right
He feels it, the perfect click in his hands
What he always aims at, but rarely achieves
There is no resistance, everything flows
Like there was nothing opposed
This one is gone, he knows
.
And he lifts his eyes and watches the towering arc
Forgetting to breathe
He trots, careful not to preen
Thinking in one moment of his own strength
And those things he is sure are true
And the time that has been granted to him
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