They wanted hotdogs
and hamburgers,
he wanted winter
with its white jacket
and the joys of starlight.
They wanted thoughts
that throw themselves
like baseballs soaring
into the bleachers,
he wanted the help
of hills and the whispers
of streams in the summer.
They wanted to wear
their lives like comfortable capes,
he wanted whatever
was here in his hands.
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