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Kavin Fang

Fire-men

I feel something
Something is rushing straight to me
Not the runner, nor the falling rock-climber
But a round flying object- yes, a football
I have no enough time to run away, I’ll be hit
But it stops- thanks to the iron net before me

I, angrily, try to see from the holes of net
About six men, wearing blue clothes of football
Printed with Congshan Fire Brigade
They are practicing shooting
By shooting a small metal plate
Tied tightly on the net

Every time when they kick the ball, they shout
Two words- but I cannot hear them clearly
One by one, when they hit the target
They cheer, and again kick, hit and shout
As the triumph over the mountain-fire
Caused by a cigarette butt last year

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