Kicking the ball, the beautiful boy
scored, leaping for joy.
Hey, what's happening and when; why are you crying my child?
At night the old man remembered his youth
and
forgot his coach's zest for truth
in sport, holding that a subtle swivel of the foot
contained a world of physics
and that a dribble into undefended space
meant more than the most self-contained
mathematical symbol.
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