Haikus for the (w)Rec(k)
¶ 1
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In autumn’s faint dawn,
They kneel in puddled goal mouths,
Repairing their nets.
¶ 2
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These fishers of goals,
Threading and weaving their craft,
In lonely silence.
¶ 3
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Soon the crowds will throng,
Cheering on the village team,
While they mark the clouds.
¶ 4
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In rain splashed sunset,
They bring their dripping catch home:
Ignored and alone.
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