the fast cold field

the cold seats
on
the steel bleachers
your thin
jacket
is not
enough to keep
out
the wind
of late
October
and as the boys
run
across
the green wet
field
under the white
lights
of their
youth, you remember
too
when your son
was out there
on the field,
what was it,
a thousand years
ago, or
more when he
waved
and smiled
as he sped past
you.