The warm feel of a football catching
itself in my grasp.
The sweat of it
on my hand
leaves my signature.
The white lace
catches the eye of the score
as it falls to a goal.
The worn tip of the ball
has etched the sidelines
on the toussled grass.
The last catch is on the 54th.
Endless years of passes and huts
have left it faded
as I fall
to its broken seams.
54th-Yard Catch
Submitted on December 4th, 2008