Ever the Optimist
¶ 1
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Last night my heart left the table without waiting to be excused
and ran out in search of a place in the Champions’ League.
Scissor-kicking, high-fiving, feinting and jinking,
optimistically to Selhurst, Ronaldinho-transfused.
¶ 2
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The night before last, my heart left the table, without a care,
and ran out in search of Pippa Nixon.
It spun and it polka’d, it swooned, it back-flipped,
gathering moonbeams, and flowers for her hair.
¶ 3
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Tonight my heart saw the world in true light,
no Pippa to hold, Europe still in its sights.
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