The ball that Ruth hit
Went straight up and over
The centerfield wall
And kept going
Gathering speed
Throwing off its cover
And trailing string
It kept going
Into a time warp
And landed in the backyard
Of a kid in Ohio
In 1928
Who found it, just
A mass of tattered
Thread and cork and rubber
In the grass so
The kid scavenged it
Put it in his cigar box
Of strange unidentified
Flying objects
Alongside the indian arrowhead
The steel penny
And the other artifacts
Of a vanished
America.
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