Pitch and Catch

Jimmy dropped by

when he could.

With glove in hand,

there he stood.

Soaked with sweat,

he’d knock and wait.

We’d pitch and catch

‘til it grew late.

Back and forth the

hard ball did fly.

That’s when we'd

share guy to guy.

Bittersweet shit

like hopes and fears,

graduation,

its joys and tears.

Promising to stay

forever best friends,

play pitch and catch

in our Depends.

~g