I awaken from a dream of a strange place
with strange people I don’t know.
The day is cloudy. No sun rays to greet me.
There’s a February chill in the air.
Last night at Sully’s bar I watched
the KU/Texas game—on the big screen,
with Bob. I only see him on game nights.
I don’t even know where he lives.
He never reads my poems.
KU was leading most of the second half,
but Texas, as they say, still hung in.
As the clock wound down, Texas made a run,
but KU held the lead. Then, in the last two minutes,
Dick hit two three-pointers, and stretched it to twelve.
In those last two minutes, the victory was sealed.
I could breathe easy. High-five Bob. Laugh again.
This morning, assembling my work-to-do list,
knowing that wind outside would likely hold an edge,
I wished I was back at Sully’s. Last night.
For those last two minutes.
When life was simply a ball through a net—
and strangers all cheering together.
I was born on a farm in Kansas and attended Kansas University. After graduation I served overseas with the American Red Cross and later taught English at Emporia State University and was an info spec with the Johnson County Library. I belong to The Kansas Authors Club and The Writers Place and have served on the boards of directors with two literary magazines. I also was a prose editor for Kansas City Voices magazine. I'm now retired and write full time. My essays, short stories, poems and articles have appeared over a 40-year period in numerous periodicals. I blogged for several years on Scriggler and The Grant Journal and those posts were collected in a book. I have published six books to date representing every major genre. My work has won several literary awards and I'm represented by the Metamorphosis Literary Agency.