h2>Dating : Good Luck Gary Green
A Poem
I told him he could
follow me —
even though
I have never been
where we both will land
I just know
to look for baggage claim
signs
in this American city
But his story
couldn’t be
mine
when I was seventeen
Somewhere over
Denver he told me:
Two colleges picked
me out of the group
to throw a ball
and run my talents
raw —
Fayetteville born
and bred
so far from home
Look at this photo
comfortable hand holding
my back-to-back prom
outfits laid out waiting
matching my track star
girlfriend’s dress
she will go elsewhere
anxious without
reception cellphone
minutes from in the air
she kisses me
while I hold out the camera
I’m flying to meet a coach
who will steer me
toward Pacific schooling
He waved at me
Duffle on his shoulder
Good luck, Gary Green.