too much to go home now
stop for beers and bourbon at BPub
not much going down
'til booted bruntette with notebooks
now someone found Black Betty
and I sit reminiscing with my
UNH champion on
wondering where the boys stand
when the next time I may skate is
just when I'll touch it
the energy of the easiest effort
when smiles will be passed
with the same looks of ignorance
connections non-verbal
felt like electricity in watts
missed like the voices of passion
whatever happened to the power
you can see
the undoubted authority
suffused with stories of stasis
in the midst of serendipity
surely suspect of sour suspicion
so safely staid
Poem: Robert Lescatre
Phot: JG
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