Practice

Watching little legs chase a patchwork ball
I wish I had remembered a chair
Crispy grass pokes the back of my legs
Kicking laughing clumping crying
The small group tumbles around the field
Nearly finding a goal with almost every pass
I recognize this madness
But are they just like us or us like them

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Unfolded out of the Folds”)