he squints at the field
he squints at his dad he scratches his nose
rubbing the toe of his
sneaker at a dried-up wad of gum he wonders
is now the best time to
ask for ice cream
or should he wait
until after the next
batter
will his dad be more
likely to say yes and thrust some dollars at him so that he can concentrate
now
or will he say yes when the team is headed back into the outfield and he’s feeling
safe a few runs ahead
in a few minutes
the noise in the
ballpark sounds happy to him
and he imagines it as a
big purple swirl wooshing up to the sky and overflowing the fences and the
walls surrounding the place
he thinks of it
splashing all over the cars the people the apartment buildings the bars nearby
he smiles at the vision
of all those people purple-y wet with the crowd’s happiness
he scoots over a little
bit to give his dad more room with his sloshy beer
and the hot metal burns
his legs where his shorts end
he lifts his butt and
puts his head down
trying to look
underneath the seats
his mouth twitches as
he scans for lost foul balls
he pops back up when
his dad says, “son?”
nodding a yes at the
question, “’bout time to go get a pretzel and some ice cream?”
he thinks about how
this is his favorite day so far this summer.
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