Listening to Autumn football
with Winter around the corner,
the season on its last legs,
the playoffs (as always)
an unknown while the other radio stations
begin to whistle and hum and sway
Christmas black and white keys
flipped through commercial breaks,
too cold to make a fire and
the black cloth of sky
too thickly woven with star light
to sip from a flask indoors,
a smile fills my eyes
at the silliness of sports.
Relieved to find, my self spiraling
in to the crescent moon and awed
to be alive in the face of
identities dark door lost,
the butt fumble to break my voice loose
against the sparse clouds and
frosted concrete of the patio
in rolling tumble waves of giggles
to know I am still me and
able to love and revel
in life's absurdity.
with Winter around the corner,
the season on its last legs,
the playoffs (as always)
an unknown while the other radio stations
begin to whistle and hum and sway
Christmas black and white keys
flipped through commercial breaks,
too cold to make a fire and
the black cloth of sky
too thickly woven with star light
to sip from a flask indoors,
a smile fills my eyes
at the silliness of sports.
Relieved to find, my self spiraling
in to the crescent moon and awed
to be alive in the face of
identities dark door lost,
the butt fumble to break my voice loose
against the sparse clouds and
frosted concrete of the patio
in rolling tumble waves of giggles
to know I am still me and
able to love and revel
in life's absurdity.
