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.


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