Trajectory

Projecting its trajectory,
picturing the ball's bright flight -
a lightning streak, an electric
strike across blue sky
toward the flag-staffed
neon flash of green -
I flex, unflex
(wrists loose, hands tight),
and think, improbably,
"pipe-cleaner straight."
In a fairway pond, an egret
waits - a rapt wire, a shock of white.