NaPoWriMo Day 1 (Remove filter)
The Match
Wrapped in thick coats and mufflers,
huddled together against the icy wind,
so close the pall of whiskey breath hung
like mist in the morning forest.
Players shivered onto the field in their short shorts,
sleeves of jerseys pulled down over hands,
clasped tightly to keep the chill out.
The guy next to me opened a thermos
and took a swig.
He offered it to me,
but it sm...
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:16 pm
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