Snowing on the Morning of an England World Cup Quarter Final

Someone told me once
that the lines on a football pitch were snow

and I was as happy as Robbie Fowler
celebrating a goal. Manchester is

covered in innocence waiting
for fresh prints to come along and crush it.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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