christmas cricket,
cheery as champagne bubbles
under the grey sky the plastic bat
thocks, satisfying as a popped cork
the rule is, if you hit the ball
run, and with a lurch
I do... in horizontal parody
it’s a short wicket
so I sprawl home, bat leading
and I’m safe when the
bale tumbles, knees and palms
beating it to the stones
and dignity stinging
I force a grin
blame the sluggish weather
I love this little moment in a day.
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Thanks Misky. 🙂
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