gigioschoch
gigioschoch
18.04.2020 • 
English

So it was not impossible that I, Banished to the outfield and daydreaming Of water, or a hotel in the mountains, Would suddenly find myself in the path Of a ball stung by Joe Barone. I watched it closing in Clean and untouched, transfixed By its easy arc before it hit My forehead with a thud. This excerpt is part of the poem's exposition. rising action. falling action. resolution.

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