pinwheels and windsocks

by Jordan Trethewey

“I grew youthless in my dad-pants, but still puffed at pinwheels and windsocks[…]”

- Gregory Pardlo, For Which it Stands

When my body began its rebellion, I

remained devoted to games, grew

frustrated with irreversible, youthless

destiny. Hit, run, and throw distances, in-

game, incrementally decreased with my

self-satisfaction. Destined for dad-pants,

limping through Sunday night softball, but

refusing complete resignation. I still

require competitive connection, the puffed,

childlike pride felt after a hard-won win at

the expense of a younger team. Pinwheels

spinning in spectator children’s hands—and

mine, asking the significance of outfield windsocks.

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