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
waits
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