The Rec at Sunset

by Anthony Watts

 …haunted by the ghosts of children’s voices,

as the greening-over of a battlefield.
The soccer starlings have all flown,
        leaving the ball
miraculously suspended in the air
midfield. Disdaining either goal,
it claims the horizon for its touchline
in a sudden blaze of freedom,
        dropkicks itself
over the edge of the world.