Football

Sundays,

The aroma of hay freshly cut,

Pine trees decorated and cinnamon near,

Apple butter freshly made,

Naw I’d never get tired of the smell of apples,

Or hearing K.D.Lang,

Fishing sitting on the dock in northern Wisconsin,

Imagining another writer sharing a moon light night after a summer rain,

Or watching my future dog play ketch with my adopted son,

Sore as I am tonight after the fall on my porch I can honestly say not interested I watching the Cowboys,

I’m pleased about the Chiefs

But I will never understand millionairs playing ball with long hair,