Saturday, November 04, 2017

Dive, a poem


If the money’s right, I’ll take
a dive in the second round.
Let me look good for three minutes.

Let the crowd remember how I used to be,
who I used to be. It’s not much.
It’s all I have now, that and the envelope

you leave in the locker room.

Stephen Brooke ©2017

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