June 22nd, 2025Local Lines

Friday night had some good moments

too fast for his own legs
had more time than he knew
trips over his shadow

been carrying something all week
knew the contact was coming
the mental side of coming back from a knee

feeds the forwards
a kick to space
ends up over the line

somehow finds some space
floats up an inverted torp-looking thing
that’s home if it’s got the wheels

• Bill Wootton

Bill follows the Pies and Fridays often find him in front of the tele when a trip to the G is a bridge too far.

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Please submit poems to Bill Wootton at cottlesbreedge@gmail.com