A bunch of snowy fields around a field
The slippery ball
Wet gloves
It's quiet
The sun hidden by the clouds
I'm calm
The string of the nets is frozen
Watching and waiting to be broken
The ball at my feet
My dog by my side
I pass the ball over the turf
And we both chase it
*poem co-written with the 11-year-old I babysit
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