As fall begins to change the leaves, and as D.C. United continues that year-long streak of rocky play, my mind this morning is in poetry. Something about the way that feelings can be expressed differently there than in prose is speaking to me in this moment. So my charge to you is to go read a poem today, be it classics like Walt Whitman or Emily Dickinson, more modern giants like Mary Oliver or Sylvia Plath, or poets who are breaking out like Rupi Kaur and Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz.
Anyways, to the soccer links:
That surely was a game of soccer.