National Champions
they packed the bars and living rooms
cheering, drinking, yelling at big screens
at the referees, at their friends
we sat in a theater, transfixed
empty stage, save for two chairs
two writers
speaking of love
for language, for mothers
for ancestors and healers
the magic of life and slap of tortilla
makers and brick-makers
garbage pickers of the heart
no game could have equaled tonight
no score, no last minute shot
not one shining moment
they should have been there
turned off their screens
to listen, to learn
travel across the borders
that bind us, and blind us
[Poem for Day #7 of my poem-a-day challenge for National Poetry Month. This poem was inspired by a 49 Writers Crosscurrents Event at the Anchorage Library with the amazing and inspiring author Luis Urrea and the talented and insightful Alaskan/Los Angeles writer Bryan Fierro. ]
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