by Angela Dale
“Keep, keep,”
he cries
calling off his defenders
as bison boys from the opposing team
outweighing him by fifty pounds
close in
I brace jaw-clenched
for him to get trampled
lanky as the day he was born
now clearing me by half a foot
he dives into the stampede of
cleat-shod adolescent bulls
careless of impact borne or inflicted
he envelops the ball in a fetal tuck
springs up
hurls it back into play
the herd wheeling to give chase
in a year he’ll be gone
into the wilds of college
like we always planned
and I won’t even have this
from the chilly bleachers
keep, keep
I cry
***
About the Author
November 2014's theme men is brought to you by
movember
To learn about sponsoring a Mamalode theme contact: info@mamalode.com
Facebook Comments