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    'Stadiums in Between' by Jason Welch

    I wrote the first draft of this poem during those quieter moments of life in between seasons, when the usual university-athletics environment has shut down. There's a certain freedom and kinship; a recharging of energy among a smaller group (one lacking the in-season structure) while still keeping an eye on your goals and what's next in life.

    Blue sky, a few clouds lazy, sleeping in it,
    casting crawling shadows across the football stadium.
    No fans.
    No players.
    No cheerleaders.
    We run. We start as a group, but soon Jameson
    is leading, then Sliga, then me, then Berkowitz.
    We snake up, across, down the steps, newly freshened
    by the grounds crew.
    It is almost fall, almost preseason, almost winter,
    almost season, almost Big Ten Championships, almost
    NCAA tournament.
    But now we are alone, aren't we?
    Or, singular entity, devoid of cheers, coaches, others.
    We follow Jameson like the head of a snake.
    Up, across, down. Up, across, down.
    My calves tighten like the fastening of cement.
    Shirtless humidity, sweat, smell of fresh cut field.
    We are free, alive, a tempest in the
    quiet heat.
    Pounding feet, grunts, a curse, as I
    nail my knee into the corner of a rail.
    Jameson finishes.
    Hands on knees. Beard beaded of sweat.
    I chase Sliga down the last set of steps.
    Berkowitz comes in a minute later.
    The snake returns to coil.
    And we have no cheers, but the
    pulse of my heart, the way each of our
    bodies heave in violent rhythm
    together, in that quiet time in between.

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