is there still time for love
for faith and hope
for every possiblity to unfold
in lives worn down and emptied
will the universe take a breath
and let the rest of us catch up
before the bell rings
and the players all go home
where did it say the game was over
and how did it get to this point
without me
when is it my turn at the plate
to swing away without restraint
and find the multicolored bird of paradise
singing my favorite song
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