Observation
The Twins are tied in the bottom of the eighth
I can smell the cut grass through the open window
My lady is out front pushing the mower
I can hear it rattle, in a rhythm with my typing
The hum of traffic flowing by on Bryant
Kitty is on her bench looking at the action
The Twins exit the eighth without advancing
The sun is bright and the air is cool, afternoon
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