Crossflow Winds
¶ 1
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Lost, my ball in the crossflow winds.
Collapse the tactics board
now there’s only Route One.
Let’s see where it falls.
¶ 2
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Hope the van won’t topple outside
old Brentford dock, buffered
by all those tower blocks
we watch from the Chiswick Flyover.
¶ 3
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We like to keep it on the floor
but modern pro zone analytics
need long range Met Office support
to tell us how to run, the heat map,
¶ 4
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the line of lost intent, tackles
never made, runs of pointlessness,
passing brilliance. A lost game
in crossflow winds over ‘Fly KLM.’
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