Saturday School.

Fight songs awake me. Window view
shows villages of RVs and

tailgaters.  We Forget
it’s only football.  I see children

dance in university colors. They
know nothing about college---

but it begins here.  People unify without
conflict. Charcoal smoke mingles

with the pieces of heaven (where
have I been). We Forget
it’s only football.  Three hours until
kick off.   Unlit kegs & under-grilled

hotdogs could never tell.  It’s easy to
find a friend.  Guess this thing

will take us there (wherever
there is).  We Forget

it’s only football.  

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004

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