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White Rain over the Game

Poetry By: Juli Monat

Watching a soccer game on TV. Costa Rica Vs U.S.
It was crazy, played in Colorado, under 30 degrees and
snowing till hell froze over.

Submitted:Mar 24, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

It's a light film, a beauty clean; white-

Curtain...All for bubbling, champagne!

Pretty sight; and hard to ignore,

While silhouette,

Drawing-in-line; and rounding-up-

This small, spheric,

Not to be touch; by hands, not even-

For the clerics;

Nor rain, wind-guts, soak-terrain,

Cold or hot: can't stop,

These human-beings; running all-

Over, square-field...Do they feel?

What drives them; even to bleed,

Crazy! I'm going to-

Sleep! My eyes, went obscured,

Just a smear dim,

To percieved, this spheric in motion,

Too quick and confuse,

Damn commotion!

Another half-time; still, cold and damp,

But, like I said; I'm going to bed,

Allow my eyes-brow; I know how.

By: Juli Monat

Copyright (c) 2013


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