Thirty Two
May 10, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles
off the court
away from knolls of 45
standing pinnacles
above the diamond
far from discus
one man melting
melded divine
(18 tracksuits and two weird guys)
the solitary separate
(he’s still pebbled, a checkermate teamster)
floats aloft
glistens in groove
turns marbles
navigates churning
eights around
standing pinnacles
delegates
slight nod
end to end
alone
like
Lafleur
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