Timothy Dwight

Thank you captains all.

Yellowing leaves fall

Quiet leaves of grass, alone

The gym awaits us.

Strong hands in water

Chlorine drops are mixed with blood

Flying dark circle.

Taut toes and soft hands

Tensed tightly in sweet release

Round orange rim, smooth.

Gossamer gridded

Hard bumping and sweaty hands

Trails without ending.

White curves in spotlight

Standing still, tall, hesitant

Three shadowy holes.

Reeking aged padding

Sheathed head and hard wooden shaft

Thrusting in the crease.

Blood conflagration

Hailing torrential firestorm

The red hordes enraged.

Heart's deepest blood-pulse

Warcries of ordained jihad

The lion roars proud.

Ashé.

(Compiled by we who create our own fate, Destiny makers.)

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