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Proud Proud parent sitting in the stands, I know nothing about basketball. That is, I know a foul is what the ref decides it is, and a walk is a bore I usually don’t see happen; isn’t that the way the big world always worked? But when Ellen comes pounding down the court she’s like a halfback punching through the scrimmage line, and Emily brings the ball with shoulders back like Diana chasing deer through the mountain woods behind a pack of hounds. There’s skill and energy, but a moment comes when the loveliness of their design can’t be abstracted from the moving clock that runs the game like a perfect world; two girls ride dolphins’ backs buoyed upward through troubled seas, sure-footed beside magical fins, uplifted by tensions of adversity; up at the goal long arms reach to block the shot; the round ball rolls slowly off the fingertips— sets off on a course it’s lost a thousand times in practice, then whips the net, never touching iron, my God, how can anyone not believe Ulysses’ arrow zipped through twelve axe heads, and the crossbow shot of William Tell cracked the apple on the head of his son? or that a lens in space can photograph seven planets posing in a line for a portrait of the nearer universe? I who cannot get two quarters in a slot have seen a row of Stalinist states implode as if in a gust of wind. Where is the one who doubts that stone may rise and sing? It’s by design; the ignorant believer sees it happen all the time. ~ Earl Simpson

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FLR the Anthology 2013 - 2014  

A compilation of the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, Volumes 1 and 2 (2013-2014)

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