At Bat Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

At Bat

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It can’t be my turn to appreciate again.
I just started taking all this silence
For granted.
Shortlived nights of restlessness
Abandonment
Complexities
Return like stray cats to the windowsill-
And here is where I sat once
In comfort.
And there is why I sit again
Alone.
And where are there you’re welcomes
Here.

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