World Cup haiku

Night game:
every player in the crosshairs
of his own four shadows

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Even when he floats,
landing is just as hard:
slow-motion replay

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Back and forth
from head to head to head—
& the ball makes four

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Behind the prone body,
the perimeter ads
all turn over

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Hand on his solar plexus
where a foot connected,
he jogs upfield

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Waving the flag
of their just-beaten team—
“We’re on TV!”

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Six hours later
I go outside to see it,
that African moon