A soccer ball in a field waiting to be kicked
Not by me of course
But by someone much younger than me
But maybe the soccer ball wouldn't mind being kicked by me
My right foot isn't what it once was
And my left foot just never was
I'd go easy on the ball
Maybe roll it over once or twice to get some of the dust off it
Or bounce it like a basketball or
Perhaps drop kick it like an old football player
One from the '30s with the leather helmet
And the big black cleats
Would the soccer ball appreciate that?
A foot coming towards it in all anger and spikes?
What if I just leave the soccer ball where it sits and let a butterfly land on it
Then we can both go back to what we were doing
The soccer ball sitting in the field
And me listening to the sparrows chatter through the brush
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
A soccer ball in a field waiting to be kicked
Not by me of course
But by someone much younger than me
But maybe the soccer ball wouldn't mind being kicked by me
My right foot isn't what it once was
And my left foot just never was
I'd go easy on the ball
Maybe roll it over once or twice to get some of the dust off it
Or bounce it like a basketball or
Perhaps drop kick it like an old football player
One from the '30s with the leather helmet
And the big black cleats
Would the soccer ball appreciate that?
A foot coming towards it in all anger and spikes?
What if I just leave the soccer ball where it sits and let a butterfly land on it
Then we can both go back to what we were doing
The soccer ball sitting in the field
And me listening to the sparrows chatter through the brush
