It was

It was a blink.
It was a right hook.
It was a whisper.
It was a tactical move from a player-manager.
It was chaos.
It was a bending of time and space.
It was nothing.
It was everything.
It was a spoonful of porridge
you held and put into my mouth.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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