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Opting Out

Alex Saynor

Saturday, January 4th, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s a different kind of freedom
when you opt out in faded Berghaus,
not carrying much over the bridge
as a train rattles over the viaduct
between stubble fields, lighting its way
like the end of your roll up.
You descend into a quiet neighbourhood,
perhaps heading to the allotments
with a radio tuned to football results
that are just a stream of numbers
providing vague reassurance of life
existing under storm clouds unleashing
outcomes of low pressure weather systems
from grey ghost husks over Forfar and Kinlochleven.

Notes

Listening to the scores and reports, even if they wash over you with comforting irrelevance at times

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/opting-out/