Shortstop - Sara Hickman

As I circle the picnic table

Eyes watch me in my flowing dress

The sky is an unnatural shade of green

But it?

s really just the light through the trees

Red and white inviting cookie store in New York City

I took a chocolate photograph

A thirteen month old smiling child

Mother ends our conversation

Calls me a lunatic

Dancing in the middle of a crazy diamond

I?

m kicking dust into the stagnant air

I am a shortstop between here and third

But the traffic never slows

Still I wave

My sister tells a funny situation, she is happy in her thinking

As the phone begins to ring, a big boom fills the room

It is a man who wants my sister all to himself

So I must break the news she is gay

Laughing in the middle of a crazy diamond

She?

s kicking dust into the stagnant air

She is a shortstop between here and third

But the traffic will never slow

Oh, she waves anyway

Each day you make your bed all by yourself

Tossing flowers, the names engraved with pencil marks

A constant quirky conversation

Oh, should you change your name

To protect your innocence

Spinning in the middle of your crazy diamond

I?

m kicking dust into your stagnant air

You are a shortstop between here and third

But the traffic will never slow

Still I wave

As I circle the picnic table

Yours eyes watch me in my flowing dress

The sky is an unnatural shade of gray

But it?

s really just the light fading from your eyes

Yes, it?

s really just the light fading, fading

Yes, it?

s really just the light