Don’t ask me how I am here
standing next to the pro quarterback
as he lofts one down the practice field.
There should be a vapor trail on that one
as it descends into the next county
with smart bomb accuracy
and almost makes you believe in sanctity,
or better yet, romance.
I’d forgotten how nothing else matters
in the moments after your first kiss.
I turn.
He’s over there looking at a clipboard.
Michael...very original way of looking at a pass. Take care, John
Oh so perfect, and funny because it is so accurate. Pleasure as always to read you!
and you hit one out of the ground onto the paper wagon there...
In my dream, I was the shadow of a quarterback...I became him!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tantalising! makes me want to know more....... excellent write here! HG: -)