Too dark in the attic for shuffling through bins
to switch out our summer and winter clothes.
I find a box of ornaments and there’s the tree.
When I open the last bin, I take a knee for a
moment to pull out my son’s soccer jerseys
I find the lemon yellow 47, a strange number-
guess they don’t think much about it at four.
They’re all in here, I wouldn’t throw them out.
Each new team named after a soccer nation-
Team Chile, Team Poland, and Team Austria.
There’s a white 11, a couple of 10’s, a few 13’s.
He switched to 25 when travel team began.
A number 17 for middle school and now 7 for
the last few years, a “real soccer number” we say.
It’s sad to think about a day that’s coming soon.
We’ll remember the hours of practice each week,
bitter cold nights, hot summer days, weekends.
I wonder what we’ll do when I put the last jersey
in this bin and push it into the darkness of the attic.
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