Park Football Parents

Sunlight momentarily exploded
from behind fleet clouds –
then was gone [sleet-showered] &
a return to mourn-shift-shrouds

Seven days before [without dropped ice]
our team was crushed
in a one-sided match –
so in training our stick-kids are bellowed at –

– On to the ball
– Off the ball
– Down the line
– Mark-him – mark-him

Their coach never mellows/
Bunched fathers & mothers
[now soaked] are hardly talking
as long minutes dribble
to that longed end-of-session

Murmurs in our wet-stood section –
– Is it ten, does he know?
Eventually – after extra time
their coach lets them go

We parents are first in the cars –
door-slammed – venting at nature/
Our dripping-kids stare at the sky
& wish for release from failure