Suspension
©June 13th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
A softball suspended from a rope,
Awaits a whack from a bat.
Right now, it is still, while the tree above
Sways imperceptibly.
Rain, landing like a butterfly, makes
Flowers smile, dewy and pink and purple.
Atavistic and graceful, the backyard ferns
Drink deeply of the moisture,
And dream of dinosaurs.
I slide into the easy green of summer,
Suspended, waiting.
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