After School
from NAVIGATING THE DISTANCES

“You have poetry in you,”

he pronounces,

as he leafs through

my efforts.


“This is a skimpy one.

Here” - my eyes

follow his finger -

“you almost get it.

You could do more

with this.”


Outside,

the clash of helmets

yells and commands


mean nothing to me,


intent

on that faint hallowing

from farther fields,


the scrimmage

that goes on and on.