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A stampede of little blond boys
rush to one end of the indoor soccer field.
The rubber spikes of their cleats
pitter-pattering
on the shiny Astroturf.
Blood drawn to their pale faces
as they breathe in unison
through their mouths.
Some parents -at the edge of the sideline-
puff out their chests and call out
to their yellow-headed sons
in vain,
"To the left Tommy, we talked about this in the car!"
or
"Come on Ref- that was in!"
The others sit on benches
sipping fair-trade coffee
in Styrofoam sups-
fiddling with their Blackberries-
and occasionally glancing up at the timer
21:20... 21:19... 21:18
A stampede of little blond boys
rush to one end of the indoor soccer field.
The rubber spikes of their cleats
pitter-pattering
on the shiny Astroturf.
Blood drawn to their pale faces
as they breathe in unison
through their mouths.
Some parents -at the edge of the sideline-
puff out their chests and call out
to their yellow-headed sons
in vain,
"To the left Tommy, we talked about this in the car!"
or
"Come on Ref- that was in!"
The others sit on benches
sipping fair-trade coffee
in Styrofoam sups-
fiddling with their Blackberries-
and occasionally glancing up at the timer
21:20... 21:19... 21:18
Thank you for reading! -Lauren
This is great, Lauren. I love how the soccer game is used as a metaphor for peoples goals. :) You should be proud, this is a well written piece.
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