________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.