Trevor talked
about football
and whom
to put in the team.
I sat next to him
trying to shut out
his football talk.
I looked over at Elaine
on the other side
of the coach
and smiled.
She smiled
and blushed
then looked away.
Trevor asked
about a kid
named Jones
whether he'd be
any good in goal.
I said I didn't know
how he'd be
I couldn't care less.
I wished it
was Elaine
next to me
not him
and his football yak.
I sensed her eyes on me
but when I glanced over
she was looking out
the window.
Her sister
gazed at me
with her scornful eyes.
I looked away
at the passing scene
fields and trees
houses and hedgerows.
I hoped I'd see Elaine
on the sports field
at midday recess.
Trevor opened
wide his arms
talking about
the big kid Bailey
how his reach
could save
better than Jones.
I said go for Bailey
he's the best
I said nothing more.
Felt like a marooned sailor
on a lonely shore.
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