A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
quickly rolling across the grass.
The grass understands the ball's duty,
and lets itself be flattened
from the glossy sphere.
It's trapped by a cleat
that rolls it away from others.
It chops it, spins it,
taps it in quick motions.
The ball is released again,
being manipulated,
but it's still given a chance
to be a hero.
It has a chance to score,
to make a difference in the game.
A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
being manipulated, but still given chances.
Manipulated Chances
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