Soccer Sunday - Owen Gladwish (2022

By Owen Gladwish

the ball rolls a crisp pass we’ve trained to win but they have as well we just need another goal limitless chances in the game ninety should be enough for fame a through ball played, another goal kick a confident header, a breakaway

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I rush out the door I already know I am late With my keys, coffee, and credit card I frantically open the driver’s side door Sinking into the glossy, leather seat I rapidly click the ignition

Exiting the driveway My foot slowly eases into the accelerator Like lightly closing a drawer

Moving through several green lights And rolling through stop signs I finally cross paths with a slip streamer My face suddenly transitions From focus to disgust The slip streamer races past Cutting in front of me Forcing a staring contest Between me and the red light

Squinting my eyes Focusing on the license plate My fingers grip the wheel tightly The irkson continues his journey Hindering the travel of many As my face cools off And the vibrant green hue appears My foot stomps on the gas pedal Hoping to make up for lost time