Ties

When I faded back to pass

Late in the game, as one

Who has been away some time

Fades back into memory,

My father, who had been nodding

At home by the radio,

Would wake, asking

My mother, who had not

Been listening, "What's the score?"

And she would answer, "Tied",

While the pass I threw

Hung high in the brilliant air

Beneath the dark, like a star.