At sudden death
We rest out cleats
From all the teams –
No more offense,
No more defense,
No more kickoff
Or receiving teams
Calling on us to take the field.

We rest on the sidelines,
We grace the bench,
Our stats-making done.
And all we can do
Is observe and acquiesce.

Sailor, rest your oars.
Your work is done here,
You answered every bell.
We have the watch.



Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian, archivist, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

One thought on “Football”

  1. There’s glory in the line-
    backers of the runners
    needing space in the spotlight
    to thrive, we dive to make the gaps
    needed for celebration
    of the score; our bodies sore,
    but our hearts, pure with

    — Kevin


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