Puncture

Puncture

A poem by Brian F Kirkham

14/06/2017

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Perhaps it was fate intervening

Under the lights of the one – on – one run off

New champion releases a breath – as old one curses release from a tyre

Cut by something sharp on the road

Taking the title away from him

Until then, the pressure to succeed was all on him

Reflections of what could have been – expected

Even now. he’s giving a cursing glare down the tarmac road

 

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