© Julie Bolitho 2018

Laces

1 Apr 2005

 

“Kick

with your laces!”

I always thought

that was funny.

Those pieces

 of woven thread

have no power

over that ball.

 

I gave them

credit though:

they took on

  the mud

  the rain

  smelly feet

  hard hits to the face.

 

Sometimes when they felt

weak

         scared

                    cold

They unknotted themselves

  hoping I would stumble

  let them rest.

 

But I,

  I was their coach—

 yanking them

out,

  replacing them

Or

pulling them hard,

  putting them back

  together.

 

 

©Julie Bolitho.“Laces,” Poem. Aethlon: A Journal of Sports Literature. East Tennessee University Press: Vol. 22, No. 2 (Spring 2005), p. 136.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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