Thursday, July 19, 2012

Summer Practice

Sweat exceeds the common sodden quota
Even my stodgy non-electric bib

Socks creep down
Knickers giving way to shorts (the heat
More painful than the prospect of a bruise or two)

An increase in aestival truancy
Teammates disappear and re-emerge
Skin a searing bronze against their laundered uniforms

We horse around with silly moves unlikely to
Succeed in competition
But then again…they might

Lazy nights that end in talk of
Nothing much
Conversations I will treasure, and forget

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