Breaking Expectations

Swish, swish, swish

My feet hit the soft green grass

Taking strides toward the dirt

I spin my hand and lift it over my head

I release the ball in mid-air

Aimed at the three sticks planted in the ground

It bounces once

Then it heads to the kid with bat in hand

Swoosh

He takes a confident swing with a smile on his face

One that quickly fades away

The bat is extended outward

Crack

The ball hits the makeshift wicket

Pieces of wood fly into the air

Right before hitting the ground

Everyone cheers loudly

They didn’t expect the city kid

To be good at their game

Little did they know

The sport coursed through my veins

Two past generations of athletes

Left me with muscle memory

wicket

 

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