Before the final match and the mat and the roar,
He sits under the bleachers, pressing his mind
Against the wood and the steel and our naive pride,
Rising to stretch his strength into the walls
And out the door for a grip of heavy, desert air.
Grabbing the night with tight lungs, no doubts,
He pins his fear to the rigid floor.
(Provo, Utah, 1981)
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