"Perfection"
Saturday morning. A white
ceramic bowl: wet
with a shallow puddle
of cool milk where a single
Cheerio floats like an inner
tube. My belly is full. The boy
across the street tosses
a baseball into the air, catches
it with a newly oiled mitt --
the leather still damp and dark.
© 2006 S. Thomas Summers
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