VERSUS

Two souls lock eyes.

On a court.

In a ring.

On a field.

You watch.

Smiling.

Eyes alight.

They joust.

They spar.

They compete.

They fight.

You cheer.

You boo.

You pray.

They play.

Who raises his arms

Skyward to the sun?

Who hangs his head

And slinks into the night?

Does it matter?

To many, yes.

To others, no.

But when it’s done

They’ll shake hands

And embrace.

And your applause

Will shower them

With the angels’ grace.