Merced River, Yosemite
All you umpires, back to the bleachers.
Referees, hit the showers. It’s my game.
I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases.
At sunset, I’ve won or lost.
At sunrise, I’m out again, giving it the old try.
And no one can help me. Not even you.
Fahrenheit 451: Coda