One Last Pass: Mexico 1970

Something to do
with the sunlight
the early days
of colour television

the merging
of two decades
maybe

the beautiful game
played at altitude

a strong memory
keeping me warm
breathing easy
even now

the last goal
against Italy
a samba
from heaven
in vivid yellow

every time
i see replays
i want to hug
the world
and its pain

the coolness
and relaxation
of that last
languid pass
of beauty

heartbeats
smiles
joy

rhythm

still