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The Fifth Season

John Cox

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Some urging of form towards a version
of writing or not in the way of goals.
Some urge of connecting feet with football
and the tapping of occasional keys

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 in time. What season is it? Summer urge . . .
towards tables new with early autumn . . .
without flair urgency, beginning when . . .
a year or two went by. That’s eight lines then.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Nine lines. I’m not that lazy. Nine lines here.
Ten lines. The future hazy. Ten lines now.
Enough for a kick-off with eleven,
so here’s a substitute. Twelve lines. Twelve lines.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Another substitute adds up thirteen.
Another one. Fourteen lines will do it.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “Fourteen lines do not maketh a sonnet,”
as a fellow called William might have it.
“Yet never to my ears this football lark”
and with less ink he could speak with more words.

© John Cox 13 November 2007

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-fifth-season/