Myah Gonzalez

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The Champion Second

 

As wind blows warm and dust settles firm,

everything but the crowd’s silent hum

of anticipation pauses for a short term.

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The pitch rolls off a steady hand with intention,

and the spin of neon slices through tense air;

pushing toward a victory not quite won.

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The field is uplifted with desperate whispered prayer

but, blanketed by anxiety, lies the purest form of fun.

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But then, a glorious sound

as the ball meets a waiting glove.

A strike obvious to each soul ‘round.

Prayers suddenly answered from The One above--

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Massive glory felt, victorious relief.

A moment often followed with the bliss of disbelief.