Football Tickets

In July or August phone calls
came from people I rarely talked to
suddenly expressing an interest 
in how I was. About seventeen 

sentences in, the snake would slither out
from behind a rock and rattle 
the question concerning scarce 
football tickets through my connection.

For me, autumn leaves 
lampoon the human 
pretense of caring toward
a goal of one's own explainable 

but tough on a softie wanting
to believe there is such a thing 
as a random phone call 
of love minus an agenda.


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