I gave it up, of course,
eventually,
dropping back to prove myself
against minutes and hours.
Now you’ll find me
napping in the shadows.
But I’ve hung a flag
on that fastest hand:
It’s good to know what was.
I gave it up, of course,
eventually,
dropping back to prove myself
against minutes and hours.
Now you’ll find me
napping in the shadows.
But I’ve hung a flag
on that fastest hand:
It’s good to know what was.
I smile and wave in slipping sand.
We share a joke. You shake my hand.
I see your foot as I sink down.
You run along. You’ve things in town.