Our assignment was to write a haibun about somewhere we'd walk. Since this was the day after spending five hours at different soccer games, it was no wonder I chose the soccer fields as my inspiration.
Davis Soccer Fields: A Haibun
The grass is mottled, colors changing from
green to yellow to brown and black again.
Small cylindrical plugs of grass layered with rich dirt lay scattered
about like forgotten toy soldiers. The
air, all at once, is chaotic yet quiet – a moment of solitude in a sea of
cacophony as you cross each grid.
The
complex is a place of life… of fun… of youth… of sport. Colorful white lines of tacky spray paint
mark the unforgiving, unrelenting borders you dare not cross lest you yield
position to your foe.
Uniforms ready
Feet forward to attack
Black and white missiles fly
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