Wednesday, January 21, 2026

A Poem

The 50-Yard Line

I stand on my own side of halfway
while you stand at the goal post you created.
There is no football that I can see
to toss at you.
Yet you expect me to throw  
as if my life depended on your catch.
Even if I saw the ball and aimed  
you would never claim it.

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