The crack of the bat was like a sonic boom
The crowd in the bleachers covered their ears
The baseball cleared the back fence with ease
It flew out beyond the last porch light
Then across the city line
With lightning speed, it traveled up
Through the clouds
Then into the bleakness of space
Leaving the moon in its wake
The small, white orb fled beyond Saturn
Just missing the rings
It kept going without remorse
Or memory
Passing beyond light itself
Only to come back around
Landing just out of bounds.
Strike two.
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