That Game Tomorrow

It started
like anything else–
a raging tide crashing.
The whole scene shook,
taken with tremors
and spitting up sand.

Howard sat up, content.
Content with what,
he couldn’t know.

“I’m goin’ to that game tomorrow,
goin’ to that game.”

He knew at that moment
just why he was so content.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger