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Calculating Gravity

by Jim Moore

A minute from now she'll recount the seconds.
She'll rewind like a clock,
Clad in her padding nearly the color of burnt orange
To see two bodies collide--—
Accelerate to the exact point on the field,
Watch the opposing player drive the ball
In her mint-green kilt,
And follow its path the same way an eagle takes flight.

She'll know at that very instant, at its apex,
That the centrifugal force will far outweigh
Her athletic skill:
The sweat of each August day,
The double sessions of practice--—
All of her training runs on the back roads.

She will know this in a moment.


Posted on 12/04/2008
Copyright © 2022 Jim Moore

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/04/08 at 05:11 PM

The calm before the storm? Great images, man. Vivid and striking as hell.

Posted by George Hoerner on 12/04/08 at 07:10 PM

Really nice write Jim. They say practice makes perfect and so many today don't want to spend the time. Well done!

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