The Beautiful Game

It’s better than Christmas.

Every four years,

responsibilities must be abandoned

mid-June to mid-July.

I become an expert at

time changes and

group standings and

possibility vs. probability.


There’s a charged hum

sparking through the air

and the days shift:

sunrise is the first game,

sunset the last.


I devour the scenes,

on the prowl for the play

of the tournament,

falling in love with new players and teams

intoxicated by the Beautiful Game.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s