Poetry · Writing

J Landing

woke up

going deep- third and twenty-seven

no pump fake hit it on the deep post.

pick six- six let loose

 

building caught fire- not a breakaway run-

terror.

place in the huddle only broken on command

 

safety valued more than two points

yet here we are: the game is over

we didn’t stick the landing

prayers are shot up like fireworks-

celebrated.

 

will forget tomorrow-

the completed pass- the hit stick- the downed teammate,

it’ll be gone like morning coffee.

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