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An Ode To My Kneepads
December 19, 2019
I fall, again, hard,
My shoes and skin squeaking against the shiny wood floor.
Arms burning, chest heaving, but
Knees intact.
My glasses slide down the sweaty bridge of my nose,
As I pass the ball up.
Body down, ball up.
I hear shouting as I stand,
Back in position,
Ready to strike.
Jungle cats disguised as girls,
slinking towards the ball.
Then, eagles and hawks;
they soar above the net.
Everything happens so quickly and yet,
As four is called and hands are up,
My knees are still intact.
© Masaleen O., Palatine, IL
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