There is a nice grass field to walk through. There is a dog park and a couple benches. In nicer weather, I see the kids playing soccer or kickball. Imaginary nets used for soccer and makeshift bases used for kickball. It’s all good to see energetic youth engaged in sport. I remember my younger days fondly. I was a kickball fantasy champion as a lad. I led the league in homeruns with my thunderous leg. My cannon of a foot came in handy but I couldn’t run worth shit. Watching the kids let me relive my imagined glorious past. I hear them yelling and shouting with glee. The winners get to brag and the sore losers get to whine and pout.
Pitch comes in blazing
a mighty foot makes contact
sends the ball flying.