Friday, August 7, 2009



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.

1 comment:

Mary Lee said...

Wish I could see that players face when the football turns out to be a shoe!