Monday, April 29, 2013

Aging Poet as Brawler

Currituck Sound, Duck, NC
The planet's still a little tilted

from your swing and miss,

still a little wobble in the seas

from your wild right hand,

your errant haymaker,

your desperate lunging attempt

to land one heavy blow for love in these late rounds

when from the opening bell, outclassed,

you should have bobbed and weaved and jabbed

and danced away, hoping for a split decision.