The Final Pass
By John James Reid
She held the ball for two and a half weeks,
unable to move, unwanting to pass.
Each breath, each save, knowing,
the game was almost over.
Her players, watching their Goalkeeper
In her final attempt to save herself.
Weakened, withered, wasted,
against a powerful pneumonic team.
White referees blowing warning whistles,
her players urging … [Read more...] about Weekly Comment:
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