Paul caught a fly ball.
He caught it by a mountain stream.
He assumed is was a foul ball.
He looked around
but no baseball field was in sight.
No ball court or other athletic facility was in sight either.
Paul pocketed the ball
since there were no visible ballplayers
to throw the ball back to.
For a moment he thought
he might be a character in a Kinsella baseball story
but this was New Mexico not Iowa.
He thought God might being playing catch with him.
Or the disembodied voice from Field of Dreams.
To have a catch, he corrected himself.
Paul took the ball out of his pocket
and tossed it as high as he could.
The ball did not reach the low clouds.
It did return to earth a few feet away.
Paul stumbled on a rock
trying to catch it again.
He fell and bumped his head on a different rock
which refused to take responsibility
for Paul’s hearing Take Me Out To The Ball Game.
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