-Leon Valley, Texas
Catch
iiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!
rang through
the air,
and a
scramble ensued
three players converging
where the leather
ball might
fall…
No one
catches it,
and the
whole field
erupts into
laughter
and its first language.
The dark
players, dressed in polos
and
trainers, reset, and focus
on the duel.
One stands
tall, the
protectorate, a flat
bat
defending three long sticks.
The other, a
few paces back,
gathers
speed, and hurls
the
projectile. The ball takes
one bounce
before reaching
the batter.
I must hit the ball merges and contrasts
with Only one wicket.
The batter
wins, and the ball
rises to a chorus
of Catch iiiiit!!!
And I’m on
the outside,
foreign to
both game and language,
leaning by
the sign
For Baseball
and Softball
use only.
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