Touch Was Lost

Touch was lost
with wheels wet
hitting the street
the elbow shattered
as the teen skid
down the dotted
white line thoughts
flowed and clotted
how he bought
his very first bat
and glove at six
playing so hard
april to october
noon to night at
practices and tournaments
his coaches said
he had what it took
the arm the eye
the speed the attacking
desire all the athletic
prerequisites
all in that nick
of time between hitting
the street and stopping
ninety feet and a hospital bed
away from a scholarship his future
broken.

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