opened
autumn colours, blaze
for the fall of opening days
before winter’s white linen spreads out over plains
and stadiums sit still, unopened
we wait,
we’re here,
opened, for spring
but we stand still, for now
nothing can close our days
we are the blaze, the autumn colours
fall and winter’s way,
we are the plain,
stadium,
emptied on opening day
nothing can close our days
we’re here, damn it,
through hard times, strange days
spring colours craved
for summer’s lazy game
and stadiums sit still, unopened,
but we’re still here, damn it
here, still, open for another day.