Beneath The Bleachers Poem by Anthony J. O.

If you would lift your head at this very moment
And look into the sky,
You would see a jet’s milky trace
Slowly dissolving in the midday sun.

I wonder what they would think
If they could see us sitting here;
Beneath the bleachers.
Drifting motionlessly.

Could they see my adoration?
Do you?
Could they see your secret blush?
Do I?

We don’t look up,
They don’t look down.
The track team looks past us
And we dissolve too.