November 26, 2008
The white and red flashes past me
Cheering and sprays of mottled glitter fill the air
I am down on the ground
Hands on head
It went in the white netting
They scored
The teary blue sinks in my eyes
The green ruddy turf holds me their like a magnet
I look up,
Black and white is past the solid white line
Seasons done,

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback