Forward
The border of the soccer field
has been refurbished. Foam
at chest height bounces teammates back
unhurt to the cheers of moms.
His own expression is sedate,
though his effort is, of course,
a hundred percent. And will be
at choir practice, karate,
chess, whatever fun
is required. Later
he rests at screens whose violence,
however Mom regrets it, also
teaches worthy lessons.
Everything can vanish:
she, friends, SUV,
father, all the electronics.
It’s how things are; to be
takes so much power,
is subject to blackouts, bills, fights, a lawyer …
There is a bomb in things.
Depressed therefore but not
forlorn, he has discovered,
like his mother, *optimism of the will*,
which Antonio Gramsci
thought the Revolution
would require, not the bourgeoisie.
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