Punting

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Contest Judged: 1/25/2023 11:19:00 PM
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri

9th Place

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Punt Warm and windy, not November at all The rains have wandered everywhere But this dusty grid of dead turf Punt Sail, sail and turnover, it’s beautiful Rebecca would like it here today Open, wide open and free The dirt smells like the forty other fields Where I’ve spent the best part of my life Punt Wonder -- I wonder If those purple shirts were lined down Dirty and sweaty, ten abreast With pain and determination in their eyes And blaspheme in their breaths Could I hit it? Concentrate; head down, follow through; I doubt it Punt Terrible; missed it Wobble like a falling dove From the spray of that old double-barrel Bounce wrong, like a sad story It ends with a bleak emptiness Keeping up is impossible Reading less, running slower, timing off Knowledge fading, the science doubles its contents As I wander in the ignorance that surrounds me Punt Short, so short; no power left So long and so short the time simply ceased It would fly so strong then But dribbles now Punt Jog to the ball The muscles ache, the lungs rebel Give way to the young you old fool You can’t cut it anymore Punt The winds are turning from the north Winter is so close The time that could not end is over And I miss it. More, better, higher, super, greatest The future lies ahead But I miss it

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