Glimpsing his wife step from the tiled shower,
blonde hair dripping as she reaches
for an oversized towel, he remembers
the path leading from the ball field to home,
the graveled alley slinking behind bright windows
hung low on a yellow house,
the game with two innings extra, insects
swarming the lights, his feet rounding third
then hoping to sprint the last run in,
a base coach yelling “down” and
an umpire announcing “out.”
He remembers shuffling home after
when his tiptoes guided him through an unknown
yard. His eyes straining to interpret steam
obscuring a window and a bead of water tracing
the length of a pecan figure while another
water drop fell from her breast. He remembers
straining at that window.
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