Monday, February 14, 2011

untitled----- 3

a white spray on a
loose pouch of wrinkled skin
is in mornings at the park
where he first kicked a ball
to start on the beautiful game.
young legs swirl the ball
to cries of 'pass';
a yell  - goal  - dies as the
ball goes wide.
the blessed play.
sufficient reason for him to
desire another day.
  

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