The Missed Tackle

How can all your life compress to a single moment

and all of it be air after all, you perfectly placed by your miss

to see every second of the consequence, your rival

(who you’d have dropped every other time

with ease) now galloping free, strutting in fact,

into the end zone with the prize –

all his life now made

in that one second

that was once

yours.

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