Two Players
by David Harbilas

    ________for Rob Gorden

    We used to play rugby on days like today,
    with dry leaves crawling over open spaces
    and the nervous, shivering trees.
    We licked warmth into our fingertips
    and wrapped shirt-ends over our wrists.

    Once we played in the snow.
    Cleated boots stamped puddles
    into the ground that dissolved
    the falling silver into the dull mirror
    of the overcast sky.
    Bound together in the scrum,
    we were too close for one
    to clearly see the other.






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