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To the Soccer Players
- Prairie Schooner
- University of Nebraska Press
- Volume 77, Number 4, Winter 2003
- pp. 90-91
- 10.1353/psg.2003.0140
- Article
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To the Soccer Players
Lawrence Revard
1.
The instant the street lights lit, the boys
on the block stopped playing.
The long glum avenues held a flickering
arc of orange globes - [End Page 90]
like a mobile of fiery planets, aligned
and dwarfed by the space
early summer's blue twilight reached towards.The songs of cardinals
petered out. The growls of traffic thinned
while every traffic light
continued changing, each with a soft clink;
and Venus led the stars,
stepping forth with her tiny silver mirror.
2.
Then they resumed play, scuffing and leaping
after the soccer ball.
Their sweat and the air cooling, they dodged
with their brown elbows raised
to balance their frantic possessions and passes.
Like a dog's yelp, the ball
splashed into the dark with every kick.Till one found it and steered it,
the arched suspensions of his body proud
above his spinning prize.
And they chased him like swirling vapors
through endless darks, almost
men, now that they hardly saw themselves.
— For Christine Marshall
Lawrence Revard has had work published in ACM, the Iowa Review, Pleiades, RavenChronicles, and others. He teaches at the University of Missouri, Columbia.
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