the baseball bat's crack
tells of the boy's travels
but it wouldn't be able to tell much
about the boy's crush;
you can ask his backpack about it
that letter was, after all, never delivered
simply carried with no purpose
but to color his cheeks.
the boy's shoes
are weathered with time
time, after all,
does not take age
but experience
and how many small orangish ball monsters
you've pounded with a baseball bat.