PASSING SUNSETS

by on October 7, 2017 :: 0 comments

Evening, and there is nothing
To tempt me indoors.

Warmed from a day spent in the sun;
I spin it on my fingertips,
Pass it, to my team-
Mates.

Scoring goals
Win rolls of respect. Talents
Swaying to the chants; that
Tribal-like victory dance.

Ball of mesmerising fire –
Football skills that inspire. Cool
Moves; dipping, diving,
Thriving, in the company,

Until friends slip away,
As they are called in –
One by one.

Alone, with a crimson sky;
The breath I take is sharp
Like loneliness,

As the night turns – flat.

editors note:

Pump the flat full and never go in. – mh clay

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