Twelves Beating as One

Rain-slick streets pulsed blue green,A city holding its breath between plays,We were strangers threaded through jerseys,Voices braided into one rough chorus. I came for the free beer, but stayedWhen the room became a living thing,Elbows knocking ribs and laughterSpilling like a tipped-over pint. Then the interception!The roar tore through us, electric,And for a few seconds [ ]