Picking at the tape that’s
Fraying on the barrel of my blade
Tying and retying shoes
Resisting the compulsion to
Check Twitter, Facebook
Mail
Studying the divots of attack
Marbling the walls and floor
Netting flotsamed conversation
Washing through the hall
“…the worst thing
you can do is
smile at the ref…”
“Stepping on the blade is cardable…I’m right?!?”
“…said Dude! You can’t put that in your mask…”
Trying very hard
Not to watch the
newbies lurch and flail
Nor the long and
lean and strong march stalking down the strip
Lest the images entangle in my hand, and blade
Trying simply to inhabit this
Lacuna in space and time
Between the flighted pools
Where I’m known only by the pseudonym on my lamé
When I
have nothing I can do but
Wait
Appreciating boredom is a
veteran’s grace
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