girls like ponies

boys like ponytails

there was nothing to knock about either

a handful of hair

a handful of mane

the clutching clinging 

guiding

he caught the flip of a ponytail from across the parking lot

not that he was looking

his peripheral was at work for him without him telling it to

like blood in the water

or a ball off a bat

Naturally he knew where it was going and how to get there before the ball hit the ground

thats why he played outfield 

he had the speed to carry him there

everyone had their indigenous talent

a kid does not play by himself and practise practise practise

to not turn an over-the-shoulder grab on a dead run when it counted

there were no fences then

to stop him from running them down

he just went with it

he always just went with it

and catching it he could admire it

or throw it back as fast as it came 

Naturally it was in him

it was in him and he never saw any need to apologise for it

even when those around him believed he ought to have outgrown it

how do you outgrow something thats Naturally inside you

when it was well-developed in you

Why do you do that

I dont know  Why do you breathe

it made no sense to him to deny his talent

curbing it would be Unnatural

how do you do something Unnatural

that question piqued him

he closed on the flip of hair

it was catchable

maybe it wanted to be caught

and Naturally he caught it

that is not to say the ball never beat him to the ground or he muffed the grab

that was part of the game and no one playing is perfect

however it made no sense denying what came Naturally

he did not see it was enviable because envy did not register with him 

a lot of things did not register with him

and if it did with others

wasnt that their problem

he didnt seek to make other peoples problems his

he accepted it was a course of human Nature

and everyone should have their course

their way

he didnt begrudge anyone their way and he didnt expect anyone to begrudge him his

the way he saw it

it was a big world out there

with room enough for everyone: 

                                                    You mind yours and Ill mind mine  if you dont mind

 

girls like ponies

he liked ponytails

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