It was stupid, really.
But I plodded into that stadium with memories of swifter shoes
and kicked up leaves that were dying to be turned.
No leaves left I made the right decision, sat with the evens, faced down the odds.
For an eternally brief over-an-hour I chatted with the empties and contemplated the crowds
that could have been there
like they were last time
on that turf-on-turf covered concrete field
when i fell asleep to sunny whistle songs
with a chubby girl and her once lover friends
i heard the shins once.
felt my shins twice.
i sat in an empty stadium today.
it was a lovely game.
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