The ball field, flat and wide,
Lets the wind to blow straight
Across and into my face,
As if pushing me back to wait
And slow down the pace,
Of the walk I was taking to clear
My mind -- find a different place
To remember, reconsider, and sort
Out false assumptions; but then,
I stop on the green turf where sport
Absorbed sweat, hope, and tears
Of soccer girls and football boys,
And realize we are more than our fear,
We will cheer, shout, and make noise
Even if the gods never hear.
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