Micro-Dust Soccer

Micro-Dust Soccer

infiltrates small lungs
on hot summer days,
as she kicks
a ball, not knowing

any details, just
run, play, cough, run, laugh, kick.
Grandmother’s hula
dance amuses the playground.
Ribbed interior

keeps her fit,
and she wears a mask
having climbed city
mountain, she
knows how bad it is.

Sand pebbles, dislodged
as the game continues;
it’s the closest they
come to nature, but fear
this: overpowered

does not mean
outmatched, Gaia’s reaction
is to come
visit unannounced,
forcefully. A field

trip in their
living rooms. Shattered windows
soaked carpets,
and if lucky a
chance to play again.