Soccer
Love those long socks
rolling up and down the field,
ingenious motion in all directions by
command and instinct until your in
just the spot, tingling. An opportunity
as the softest hairs jump on edge;
perspiration bleeds slowly.
A goal in focus: collision.
Struggle and pursuit for the
opportunity and a goal.
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