Pre-Season Jitters
A seed has been planted in the minds of man,
Where comfort's blanket is taken, & no longer the plan.
Confidence, now shaken, seems fragile to the core.
Lengthy marathons are but a memory, not like before.
Schedules & venues, blown to bubbles now, how can it be?
While performing in solitude, less the crowd & family.
While short-lived, there's a residue, leftover & unseen.
As players test those filters, wondering how they're clean.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2020
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