We stand there
under hammering rain
face to face
with a ghost,
who doesn’t speak,
just stares
through us.
Hey, Mo, I say, you okay?
What are you doing out here? Walt says, taking the bat
from Mo.
He watches us
like we’re trespassing
on his life.
Walt goes to hug him,
but Mo starts
turning in circles,
yelling, mine, mine, MINE,
hopping
like there are bombs
beneath us.
I go back to the car,
to get the umbrella
I hope is in the trunk.
I see Walt
grabbing Mo,
embracing him.
Then, I hear sirens.
And, the explosion
comes fast
and hard
like a pitch
you never saw coming.