Two baseball diamonds lay waiting
on opposite sides of the East River.
The one in LIC Queens is ragged,
unkempt, graffitied with dark lines.
The one on Roosevelt Island
is finely manicured,
like neat tiny potted plants.
They are worlds apart,
these awaiting diamonds
for Summertime players
to make their own moves
on both sides.
The Queensboro Bridge
can hold the whole world
at once, from all
walks of life—
we dreamers & schemers,
rich & poor
we all move ahead.