class twenty-two

Soccer


Sky is cool in evening dusk as
darkness settles like a mist, I’m
watching from my bookstore perch while
man and boy are lost in sport

Toes are gently flung to tap the
Edge of sphere that whirls around just
Like the earth in ever-twirl,
‘Round the sun that gives it spin

Spinning, too, are man and boy, they’re
Curving as their smiles do, the
Man is always knowing next the
Places ball will find itself

Boy is not as competent, as
Ball takes flight away from him, but
Still, it seems that all he knows does
Trap itself inside the sphere with
Secrets of the man’s delight