Old man in his big leather power recliner
pretending he is young.
At the Olympics. Rio. Copacabana.
Thought he’d read somewhere,
eight thousand hours of television.
He couldn’t watch it all.
Or could he? Sports porn.
He had been to the Olympics.
1984. LA.
Randy Newman sang at our party.
Watched from the stands
as Mary Decker Slaney fell
on her face and shrieked.
Haven’t been back since.
The old man’s newest hero was Katy Ledecky.
Reminded him quite a bit of Joan Benoit.
Let’s just see what we can do here.