To date, none of the poems to start a season were after winning MLS Cup. They were full of optimism, provincial thoughts and pride in Puget Sound. They’ve been wrapped in love, in greens, in blues and in shales. These opening season poems, whether metered, rhyming or free thought, were never about a reigning MLS Cup winner. I’m warning you. This ode to the Seattle Sounders will be insufferable.
For in the year 2017, they walk as kings.
They stride out of tunnels, remembering their march through the playoffs, through streets of Seattle.
In 2017, our noble men embrace us all.