not sure I’d
recognize him
younger than he is now
the accumulation of years
not reflected in his schoolboy
curiosity and bookbag of wisdom
his 97
a sheath of wrinkles
over pirate eyes
and a stick-sharp intellect
carried running through
a Saturday morning field
his hearing uses a cane
that he drops when he
trips over an insight
and leaps high to show us
though careful with the landing
to not inflame his one bad leg
that he really needs
to stay a young
and adventurous rascal