I watch briefly, from my vantage point, a group of
men play soccer in the parking lot behind a factory.
Two cans of paint as a goal.
The stocky goalie stands, back bent with his hands
on his upper thighs ready to guard that space between
those two paint cans.

Again, from my vantage point I see reeds in the bed of
a stream, all pointed in one direction, matted down on
the river bottom, but waving like hands with the flowing water.