The Gators — Summary

MaryllisesContemplative

As i walk along the gators track I see hundreds of worms crawling Crawling along the rough gravely track Even though the stadiums empty I can hear students screaming at the top of their lungs Standing behind the goal post I can see football players running passing catching As i stand under the lights facing the bleachers I can see a wave of green black and white The crowd goes wild You can see a gator sprinting Towards the end He makes it Every one storms the field filled with excitement and joy Once everyone starts to go home you are finally able to see the bleachers Filled with plastic bottles The remains of pizza and nachos I finally walk out onto the field every ones left No one in the stand No one in the bleachers No one on the Field Except me I pick up the football someone carelessly forgot Spun it in my hands Like it was a secret and i was the lock Hesitating, waiting I tuck the football under my arm and walk of the field There will be another game Next time I will be here to play

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A speaker walks around a stadium after the crowd has gone, and the poem moves between what is there and what they remember or imagine. At first the track is empty, yet they can still "hear" screaming students and "see" players running, passing and catching. The roar of the crowd and a gator sprinting to score all play out in the speaker's mind. Then the daydream fades, and the real scene shows up: bleachers littered with bottles, pizza and nachos.

The mood shifts from loud excitement to quiet loneliness, with the repeated "No one" lines emphasizing the emptiness. But the ending isn't sad. When the speaker picks up the forgotten football, the comparison to a secret and a lock suggests something unspoken inside them, a hope or ambition. They hesitate, then tuck the ball under their arm. The last lines read as a promise: next time, they won't just watch the game, they'll play in it.

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