Rock Plain Boxing Club
by Tammy Adams
I dream about the Rock Plain Boxing Club.
Wake up anguished
by its non existence.
I cry for the respected founder
who will never channel the town's young men.
The august officials
who will never holler seconds out.
The local lightweight hero
who will never box me to life.
Judge's Comments - Martin Malone
This poem approached the subject in such an askance way that I missed its cheeky connection to the theme at first. I confess, I enjoyed the poem and set it aside to maybe follow up for The Interpreter's House. Then the old welterweight in me noticed the the local hero's weight category and just had to have it.