the sun
f
a
l
l
s
on the windowpane;
the shattering glass
glistens.
sphere bouncing off
again and again
in the replay of that time:
the thump
thump thump
of children’s beating hearts.
we don’t wait for the shout,
we run, paling,
into the leafy dark
where we collide with silence
and each other.
breath escapes,
fear subsides, feet find the ground:
we learn to play football in the dark.