Fighting

he’s a child.
he’s tossing his boxing gloves
off of the causeway
into the river,
laces tied
together.

the water soaks
the foam
and cracks the leather
the gloves
slink down
from light
stirring
the river bed.

there’s no thump
or punch.

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