Sweet Spots – Maxwell Nobis
We found a raspberry patch in full bloom
threw them into the brooding, balmy sky
turning raindrops into gumdrops.
The sweet drizzle stained our feet with purple sugar
until Old Man Sullivan caught us–
muddy but giggling.
Summertime sun was sepia-toned
sweltered in the fever of dysfunction back at home.
We would walk to Marathon parched and sticky with heat,
sipping our iced tea under pine trees.
Telling each other jokes and secrets we still keep today–
unsettled but serene.
My first homerun smelled like sunflower seeds and dirt.
I aligned my knuckles down my bat like stars and swung.
The ball climbed the sky
became a second moon.
I ran the whole way home–
eternal inside the sweet spot
Maxwell Nobis is a writer from Massillon, OH, but currently based in Akron, OH. He graduated from Kent State University in Spring 2017 with a Bachelor of Arts in English, where he completed his first short story collection, Oakwood. Currently, he is working on his first novel.
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