Football
Louis Jenkins
I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back...
I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield...
What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's
brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the same
skin, but not the same, a thing made for the earth, not the air.
Read the rest of the poem here.
POETRY FRIDAY is at Miss Rumpius Effect.
I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield...
What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's
brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the same
skin, but not the same, a thing made for the earth, not the air.
Read the rest of the poem here.
POETRY FRIDAY is at Miss Rumpius Effect.
Wish I could see that players face when the football turns out to be a shoe!
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