Gershon Wolf Poet Imagism

Where Schemed Lithe Runners

in
reluctant
teardrops
plop 
visions
of my field
of dreams
a bloody
track
of cinders
where
schemed
lithe
runners
to box me in
and ere 
i fell 
this 
lonely race
become
my requiem

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John Lawless August 9, 2020 at 7:23 AM We had a coach told us "winning isn't everything.....it's the only thing." Gershon Wolf August 9, 2020 at 5:22 PM What was your 'football name' when you were on the Green Bay Packers?! :) gw

Tom Cunningham August 9, 2020 at 3:02 AM Some would sell their very souls to win, the spirit of sportsmanship forgotten. Tom Gershon Wolf August 9, 2020 at 5:21 PM Yep! I think that there have always been some who get their kicks through foul play. Pity. Thanks, Tom