Jimbo's Boys

We ran intervals around man made lake

Even here at forty three, the memory makes me ache

I clearly recall how your neck turned, the way you smiled

I feel my last breath of oxygen just to get across the finish line

Keep moving, you said

Turn it over from your legs to your head

From the motion to the deep

That last lap, we found something to keep

Somewhere in that sticky air we found a lap we didn't know we had

We found it to impress you, some girl or each other, or Mom and Dad