7. days in macaroni

we used to call it “macaroni,”

too young to say it right,

think back to the times

where we would climb,

sit so high, you’d think

we were royalty,

crawl through the tunnel

and down the slide we go,

remember being the kid

who wanted to be the best

and swing the highest?

adventure!

cut to my teens,

and a few paces away,

we’d play on the field,

baseball was our game,

i wasn’t the strongest bat,

but i’ll never forget when

i turned a popup to first

into a home run,

or when the others played

with the infield in,

and i hit it over their heads,

hustled home and scored a run.

i almost felt like jeter.

now, when i walk by,

i see everyone else

having their fun

in the same way i did,

wish i could go back,

it all felt so quick,

suddenly i’m 21

and there’s no one

to play baseball with,

but hopefully, these kids

will make great memories

like i did long ago.

it’s pronounced “marconi,” by the way.