We hear cleats pounding turf in distant training grounds, cheers rising from women defying
We hear the distant whine of grounded jets on tarmacs, families clutching tickets to
We envision mothers in sun baked villages portioning meager sorghum handfuls to wide eyed
We imagine tiny fingers swiping through feeds not meant for innocent eyes, parents hearts
We walk fresh paved streets in burgeoning neighborhoods, the hum of construction crews fading
We dive into neon lit streets where spirits whisper from alley shadows, controllers gripped
We picture parents glancing over shoulders as children tap screens in cozy living rooms,
We spot fans strutting Miami streets in sleek jackets echoing carbon fiber curves, the