Clear Eyes, Full Hearts

Little Texas town.
Yellow, parched grass.
Dusty, baked earth.
Quiet suburbia.
Front porch.
Screen door.
Husbands and their wives.
Hot, placid air.
Wide open horizons.

Fluorescent halogens.
A white, illuminated sphere
In space.
Hot, electric air.
Sore throats.
Helmets crash.
Clear eyes,
Full hearts:
Can’t lose.

‘Let’s touch God this time, Boys,
Let’s touch God.’

(This poem is inspired by a TV series called Friday Night Lights. I’ve started watching it for a second time and am reminded how filled with heart, sweat and dust it is. Makes me feel like I could win anything.)


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