Pome: Fielding
And the beauty of stillness…
Fielding
to be out there
the sun a pail of amber
grass bright green
lush
field dotted with the XI in white
two batsmen the same
as
stood on the long boundary
the bowler hurls one down
wood smotes the cherry
and here it comes
whoooossshhhh!!!
through the hot summer air
spiralling spiralling
the game is in play
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