Poem for April 4th


For Evan Hall

Earth’s Mesmer
this beautiful game
an eleven player
clockwork cyclone
sweeping us up
into orchestrated chaos
serendipity’s metronome
of syncopated kicks and cleats
keeping time
razor sharp
calculating minds
taking time
until the lightning
of opportunity strikes
stopping time
as the ball reaches
the net result
and voices unite
in a resounding