Handshake
¶ 1
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Brief touch of skin or latex,
exchange of empty words
perhaps a gem of sparkling wit,
a shared secret between
comrades, as we are for that
brief second
¶ 2
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when glove touches glove
and from being a pitch apart
we are by more than
a shared shirt number
or our shot nerves
united.
¶ 3
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The eyes say it all,
respect and empathy
that unique understanding
between two of the same
that nobody else on the pitch
could ever re-create.
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