SUPER BOWL XLII
He was watching the Super Bowl,
a tense, close game,
when suddenly he decided to walk outside.
He stood on the sidewalk in the darkness.
Nothing special was happening,
just a truck taking its slow way
up the street, just a piece of paper
resting in the grass beside the house.
The sky was silent
up there in its comfortable space,
and far away a train whistled
as it sped to somewhere special,
some place where trees
were good-naturedly growing
and hearts were beating
in the big game of love.
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