The World Cup as Minimalist Poem

June 15, 2010

those crisp empty boxes have
been left there for the imagination to
fill up with mind stuff

for that kid in the park,
alone with a soccer ball, a good one,
one his grandma bought for him

for the World Cup
he gets past Maradona, yes, Diego
Maradona. Horton is ahead of him,

Tim Horton, in goal
charging hard, forcing his shot wide
for the goal of a minimalist poem

could be donuts, for Grammy
to take the whole team out for donuts
filled with mind stuff

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