Poetry · Writing

The Patriot

The tunnel is dark

the locker room

quiet waiting for someone to speak.

Twenty-eight to three, what do you do?

The talons of the Falcon are sharp

ripping through fleeing garment.

Twenty-eight to three.

 

The ball is in the zone

twice

Talons hiding

under a bench

while the

Patriot makes history.

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