This poem was written for this particular magazine called 4 by 20. If I remember right, you had to have four lines, with a total of 20 words. I don't remember if you had to use a certain number of beats per line. This poem was inspired playing catch with my son as he was reaching middle school.
Playing Catch
dust off the old glove,
catch in the backyard,
he is growing up,
my hand throbs after every throw.
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