Back at the diamond
A diamond drawn in fresh white powder
makes this more adult than childhood rounders
the new season's cleats slice through grass,
release this Summer's scent en masse
swallows criss-cross the weed-strewn pitch
inches above my resting mitt
marked with my team names - Renegades,
Rangers, Centurions, Clanger Brigade.
Dad said "you can't throw, run or catch
why would you play in a softball match?"
encouragement had me running home
this was never a feat I achieved on my own
an outfielder that can't throw the distance
laidback second, but there in an instant
on first base, trusted and terrified
I make a catch, that make winners of our side
Sarah L Dixon
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