It travelled slowly,
a lovely orangey-white orb,
hanging there in the sallow evening air
as necks were craned, with time to relish
the moment of stillness
before the ball rustled the netting
and the stands erupted, lost in their own noise
for perhaps the only time all afternoon.
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