The Forida parks are wiser,
Quieter, calmer, more civilized
Than The Show farther north.
No blaring scoreboards.
No clangorous giveaways.
Just the crack of the bat, just
The pop of the ball in the glove,
Just the gifted young men
calling out to each other,
Just the game in the sunlight
As it was meant to be played,
Just the open geometric spaces,
Just the flight of the ball,
Just the order of threes,
Just the continuance,
Just the tradition.
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