Tag: Football

humidity sits on the
sidelines, jealous of the
calming sun.

the dog and I walk to
loosen up my shady knee.
her little hips wobble and
creak, but she presses on.

we’re both breaking down
in different places, but Autumn
lets us relax in ways we
never dreamed we would.

I, eyes glued to the TV,
watching men violently crash
into one another for the grip
of tightened leather.
she, asleep for most of
the day, no worries on the
horizon.

we found ourselves comforted
by Sunday’s kiss and Autumn’s
embrace–we sunk into an
ocean of quietude, blended with
satisfaction, and stayed there
until evening made its
appearance.

neither one of us is
ready for Monday.
but it’s coming anyway.