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,


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.

 bat flips are poetic
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