He was playing Quarterback
for both sides in a pick up
game of flag football.
18 months after he lost his leg
12 months after he learned
to walk on his wooden one
At first I was reluctant
to rush him too hard
But after one quarter
of him passing like the
old days, grinning at me
as I fought closer to him,
sneering…
I got so fired up
I wanted to hit him
in the knees
Just to hear the wood
Splinter…
Poems by Ken 