Fraternity now and football

At the end of the rut
the bucks grow weary
great heads bowed beneath
battle-worn racks

here and there a desultory
joust a soft grunt cast
in diminishing wind toward
indifferent does.

What was it all about?

Majesty tattered, they plod and limp
half-dazed as if emerging
from a potent spell, speak

to former rivals with
the brevity of men:
Sorry, dude.

Fraternity now
and football while
the does cool and cloister

cue up
a chick flick
Terms of Endeerment

dreaming fawns 
as winter advances,
the long white calm
blanketing their broken fever.



  1. Really like this! Write on!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I shall, Sir! Thank you.

      Liked by 1 person

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