Play-off
¶ 1
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April is here, and you’re in England, home.
Warm air breathes hope into your stroll
through Longmead’s leafy car park.
¶ 2
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Beer-deepened voices amplify the hope,
inject a note of cocky confidence,
rise together to drown the worm of doubt.
¶ 3
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You stand as one, fill your lungs
with the reward for nine months’ sweat,
your ears with off-key chants.
¶ 4
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Floodlights dissolve dusk into dark,
pick out the protagonists, burn the scene
into your distant future memory.
¶ 5
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Hearts fall and rise in unison,
tension dissipates and coagulates again,
your veins throb to a whistle’s shriek.
¶ 6
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Shuffle in silence from ball park through car park:
your chilled blood cools the night air.
Polish this broken dream for your trophy case.
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