Hope

Hope is on strike
There will be no declaration
Three maidens in a row
Two ducks before them

The third man
On the rope
Waiting
The Fine leg is up
No slips
The keeper
breathing down his neck

Hope
Strikes
Hard

But he is caught
in the covers
By Love
Decieved
by the slower one
He doesn’t bother to run
He has to go
Hope is gone
And that’s the end of it

I love cricket

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