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

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

there’s no thump
or punch.


1 thought on “Fighting

  1. Love this new poem James.

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