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