I tell my son to go out for a pass,
his pattern curving hesitantly to the left.
Upon release, the ball spins upward and,
as he glances into the setting sun to find it,
it floats perfectly down into arms already celebrating.
As he runs toward the trees, my mind blinks
back to the field of my childhood front yard, Dad
lofting passes I couldn’t quite catch, then suddenly
forward to when my son would veer steadily away,
out of the range of my arms.
Daniel Boster received a BA from the University of Texas and an MA from the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire. Along with his work as a co-director of the Nebraska Writing Project and a Ph.D. student at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln, he currently teaches literature and writing at Ralston High School and local colleges in Omaha, Nebraska, where he lives with his wife and two children. In addition to his own writing, he supports young poets by organizing and running writing festivals for students in the Omaha metro area. His work is forthcoming or has appeared in Steam Ticket, The Cream City Review, The Hiram Poetry Review, Iconoclast, and Fine Lines.