Friday Night Lights; By: Ciara Bowen

Friday night lights

Mean more to us than

Touchdowns and passes,

Cheers and pom-poms,

Hot dogs and nachos.

To us they’re a chance to shine,

To be the stars twinkling in the dark.

Sweat.

Tears.

Pain.

Preparation.

It all culminates on the field,

When we get just a few minutes to show the product of our labors.

Half-time is show-time beneath

Friday night lights.

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Posted on May 10, 2012, in Ciara Bowen, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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