by D Shapiro with comments by J Shapiro
Under a football scoreboard, a weekly stretching of legs, waist high,
before and after jogging.
A shoe touches one scratched broken ½” scarred indent, of a steel pole.
No one knows our connection, and one day all that will be left is
A scarred indent that the sole no longer touches.
J: (2018) This poem about your sole on the pole is pretty poignant. Oh, sad! I wonder, will your pole miss your sole?:-)