New boy, old shoes,
but he seems to know how.
Girl studies, furrowed brow.
Would you show me?
He grins.
You bet.
Brown girl, white boy
share soccer tricks
(fakes, spin kicks)
like tango steps
on the grassy field.
Lips clenched, Tania pauses
to repair beaded braids.
Tight shorts, mighty thighs,
her body a dark diamond
centered in the hips.
Tony smiles lots, curly red hair,
his head a pumpkin
on a pale post.
Nimble feet
for the ball compete,
their only touch.
After one-on-one,
three laps they run
side by side, chatting, unaware
they are perfectly aligned
in rise and fall of
knee to knee,
right to right,
cleat to cleat,
left to left.
Walking to the street, Tony chats,
Tania listens cradling ball to her chest
as they wander in synchrony,
step to step,
breath to breath,
making a start
heart to heart.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
New boy, old shoes,
but he seems to know how.
Girl studies, furrowed brow.
Would you show me?
He grins.
You bet.
Brown girl, white boy
share soccer tricks
(fakes, spin kicks)
like tango steps
on the grassy field.
Lips clenched, Tania pauses
to repair beaded braids.
Tight shorts, mighty thighs,
her body a dark diamond
centered in the hips.
Tony smiles lots, curly red hair,
his head a pumpkin
on a pale post.
Nimble feet
for the ball compete,
their only touch.
After one-on-one,
three laps they run
side by side, chatting, unaware
they are perfectly aligned
in rise and fall of
knee to knee,
right to right,
cleat to cleat,
left to left.
Walking to the street, Tony chats,
Tania listens cradling ball to her chest
as they wander in synchrony,
step to step,
breath to breath,
making a start
heart to heart.
First published in MOON magazine
