Park in Reykjavik, Iceland


The wind has snatched the Frisbee
and the boy scrambles into the bushes
to catch it in flight as though the ground
would score a point for touching it first.
In shorts, he slackens and bolts back straight
to navigate the walls of cut-off branches.
When he throws the Frisbee to the woman
who left her purse half-spilled on the bench,
the wind deflects it and cues the race again.
No one reads the newspaper …

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