The Moment
Chubby cheeks pause milking
from mother’s hanging breast.
Heartbeats are balancing
the drunken fan’s bawling.
A fist swinging laugher
pauses to meditate.
The batter is ready,
slightly crouched by the plate.
Pennants flutter gently
in the afternoon breeze.
The pitcher checks first base,
then the delivery.
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