Football Flip
as
she
watches
football i
ponder her tension
buffed man boys batter each other
to game whose gang will count most yards run and balls kicked high
is she drawn of spirited male motion or primal fear loss ruptures our tribe's repose?
cursed and blessed with memory the younger me should have matched i sniff the rose of regret
not with too much passion as i see old gamers limp—
concussion free tight knees i watch
an old woman watch
and critique
antics
of
youth
