Weaving her
More or less Futbol-shaped
Bump through New York streets
She assumes that
The moment which
Fathered it
Arose
Not in their nest of banked
Bedclothes and soft words
But a good ten
Or fifteen minutes
After
When summoned
To play soccer,
And sweating
In the icy breath
Of January dusk,
Her palm laid
Against the insistent bark
Of a wintering tree,
She feels rather than sees
the ball stream by
(Stealthy and silent
As an idea)
Past
Her surprised
and ineffective feet
And hears his exultant
Half laugh-half shout
Goal!
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
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Hi Nice Blog . Unfortunately, we ended up NOT having co-ed Bingo online games after all, because there would not have been enough men. Even tho most of the players did have husbands, boyfriends, male friends or male family members to invite, most of them are unable to attend, not sure they can attend.
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