4/16/2021

Team Sport

Your offense is subtle, and
imperceptible as fugitive breezes.

Fumbles, foul balls, long drives
into the gorse. I’ve got this.

After two and a half years,
we call halftime. I realize

we’re at opposite ends
of the playing field,

different aims, divergent goals.

[RK, 4/16/21]
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