class five

evening sky cool
i watch from the window
man and boy kick a ball
he taps it gently, lovingly
familiar sport that births itself again
everytime he grabs the ball for
a quick game
boy in joyful awe
trying new skills he's learned
ball escaping, bounces off fence and car
he chases it, twisting, feet dancing
face of consternation
and in his mind there's a crowd cheering
as he scores the winning goal
fall setting in, he's back at school now
but knows nothing until that
asphalt parking lot, life beginning with
the ball