Super Bowl poem

(Yes, of course I know it was last week. I wrote it on Super Bowl Sunday!)




After the awful

you still have to live through every holiday.


And you see that it is somehow better

this year. The teams are different.


Today’s game is outside in

the cold. “Cloudy/Windy” says the forecast. A chance


of rain

(which you welcome).


The first two quarters are all played

out. There is a score. It is



Everything could change.


  1. today’s game is outside in
    tomorrow’s game is inside out