Someday you will be in Kansas
Towns the size of small anthills
The smell of cow shit
Someday in Kansas
You will grow lonely for a game
Of pickup
Past the railroad tracks
In the back of a park
On an uneven field
Long sticks for goal posts
Run
Move it with your left foot
Charge the ball in the air
In Southwest Kansas
You can play with
el Salvadorians, Mexicans, Puerto Ricans
Beers, loud music, open containers
A Kansas wind behind you
The greeting is the key:
A quick hand slap
and quickly
A solid fist bump
The quick hand slap
The solid fist bump
The quick hand slap
The solid fist bump
1 comment:
i love this.
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