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the overgrown boys,
on the brink of that
long slow decline
into middle age,
cheerlead each other
through past glories –
at this remove
one’s triumph recalled
dusts all, be it
ever so briefly,
with gold.

yesterday’s champions,
borne aloft on their
brothers’ shoulders,
exist for ever
in that single moment,
that sweet sublimity
of exaltation,
victory and glamour.