Has Been Poem by Myra Jefferson

The team moved to a different state
without me
But I made it anyway-late
Apparently
unwelcome, uninvited, uninformed
underrated by decree

Without a position missing the call
Without direction missing the ball
Out of bounds, out of compliance, out of sync
I think

Without a game book
no knowledge of the plays
Without warning
of the different ways
one could be tackled
and knocked to the ground
by one's own mates
What a deafening sound
Huh? What did you say?

Congeniality went missing,
sport abandoned me
now I just fill a uniform
and replay my memories

Come eulogize my skills
this ghost on the field
i disappear in the sun
I'm absorbed by the shade
you know the outcome
this game's been over played