vine
catches my foot as i walk
along
the newly
burned field.
my hat is on,
the phone is in my hand,
but like
an acrobat
i lean into the tumble
as i roll
and hit the ground.
nothing breaks,
no bruises,
it's fun in fact as i recall
those days
of running
on the gridiron, ball
under my arm
with my number called,
avoiding
as much as possible any
contact.
i see daylight
up ahead.
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