Mates
By bosch
Fri, 22 Jun 2018
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I asked the boys,
A rough circle of twelve
Fifteen-year-olds,
Triangles of sweat
Soaking the backs of their shirts,
Two hours just done
In the July Tennessee sun,
I asked the boys--
And Timmy not a favorite
Of either coach or mate--
What if a gorilla
Crashed out of the woods
Behind left field
And bee-lined for Timmy,
What do you boys think--
And they roared,
"That fucking gorilla
Is in trouble."
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