Sitting in the dugout

I dig in

Wondering who will wander

into this park after dark

A girl runs the bases backward

on a pink and white

Princess bike

She stands

hair whipping

the texture of the dirt vibrating through metal

through her cells

tassels streaming on the left handlebar

the right one bare

The young men

with their bodies

sweating

skid and skim

Along the surface of the blue court

like insects on a concrete lake

nervous, erratic

aggressive

From somewhere comes

the scent of a sprinkler

the wind nips a little

and we all try

in our ways

to put off the dissolution of summer