first bounce
the calm of dusk
disperses
green shoots
spear through charred remains
Cloke finding form
no breeze to speak of
the moon
at the scoring end
artificial light
Daisy's goal
fanciful
Presti repels another attack moths bash into floodlights
wondering what it is
that makes Jack kick so straight
he hits the post
cantering to victory
Josh and the half-moon
become the night
