Rolling hills
with no back drop
Blood, sweat, tears,
red and wet faces
“Dad—” I mean, “Coach
I can’t do it”
“Boy yes you can,
fuck it, push through it”
Applebee’s after a
ticket to Rupp arena
Regional championships,
the pedestal stepped
Immortals, town legends,
and memories to be forgotten
Another net inside my pocket,
but we all cleaned out our locker