I like the practices the best.
But gameday always comes around.
The games are mostly wind, I cannot see.
I dart from side to side
up and down
I pivot and turn
and crash.
I crash and say hello
but it hurts to greet my friends
every time we meet
I bounce away.
Barely enough time for a conversation.
But, I get to say hello.
I like the practices the best.
In huddles, we headpieces can sometimes fit in a word or two.

The game is not about me.
It’s about the player, the oval ball
the yellow fork at either end.
I’m just a bodyguard
the secret service.
Lately I wonder if my foam interior is doing its job.
It hurts to greet my friends
every time we meet
I bounce away.

I dart from side to side
up and down
I pivot and turn
but not as swiftly as I used to.
Each time I greet a friend,
I bounce away.

I am a bodyguard
the secret service.
Lately I wonder if my hard exterior is doing its job.
We headpieces can sometimes fit in a word or two
but with each hello
the bodies beneath us are speaking
less and less.