Eyes slant.

Sun flares bright.

Dust ghosts swirl between.

He squints across where his

opponent stands. Appraises.

Time ticks slow.

All around watchers holding

breath in tight lipped silence.

Tilts hat down.

Readies feet.

Waits his beat.

Fired like crackle flame

flying from the hand

marked, slight change rise connecting–

snapped with metal ring

And spiral into air————

Home run!

Photo by Austin Ban on Unsplash

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