The Children

by Peter Notehelfer

The children

in Kelly green jerseys

run east across a long field

while those in Red Sox red

run west in hot pursuit

of a white ballĀ 

 

It’s not their skill

causes the old man

to stop along his weary walk

It’s the raw passion of youth

the un`selfconscious

awkwardness

 

It is he says aloud

why old men don’t run

They fear appearing foolish

even when no one watches

They’re busy watching

the children play

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