Jamie Cureton
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Placed in the constellation Perseus,
he angles a tethered, synthetic planet
into the goal before an end of season cast
of sombrero-wearing fans: Daggers to the last.
¶ 2
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Late witnesses observe a curious phenomenon
of a man who plays for love of the game
or until his body gives way in a still distant park:
¶ 3
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a rare form of a dwindling type who animates
for next to nothing, needing only half a chance.
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