Age Nine (poem)

Age Nine

Written by Juan Carlos Diaz

There exist a memory that serves as wallpaper

To the suicide scars of my late teens.

Painted upon its surface is a nine

Year-old me, seated quietly in

The palms of a late summer’s

Day watching my older

Brother smack a homerun

Into the wizened face

Of the ninety-four year-old twentieth

Century.

There my older brother goes, running clear around

The baseball diamond into the future.

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