Poem 20150924

across the street in the dark
on a well lit playing field
behind chain link
a child no older than three
chases a fluorescent yellow
soccer ball

his dad
i won’t call him father
chases close behind
herding him toward the net
where his mom
wide open for him
to score a goal

he explodes in giggles
and collapses on the ball
that is half as big as he is
and i am so glad
that they are there

2 thoughts on “Poem 20150924”

  1. Fantastic. Contrasts are so subtle but ever present. “his dad / i won’t call him father” a perfect example of bringing in reality in what might otherwise be just a idealic poem drifting above the real world.

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