December 10, 2011 by jpenstroke
writing poetry to the rhythm
of this weeks practiced plays
running through the tackled crunch, passes
going for the touch
no way, not today they say
and yet there is the pile
and no one signaling ~
Posted in Poetic Bloomings | Tagged football, hope, seasonal, tradition | Leave a Comment
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