shoot the ball

you remember
when your son, at
age ten,
played soccer
on a frozen field
an hour
away from
where you lived
a 7 a.m.
on a Saturday
morning.
the parents
holding cups
of coffee close
to their faces
to warm
their blue lips.
the maniacal
coaches screaming
as if it was
the world cup.
you don't miss that.
no.
but when you see
a soccer
game now it takes
a while
to not turn it
off and cringe.