JACK FRITSCHER
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Handball

Sweet dew of night
Still nestles in Rhododendron Dell
While a multitude of Orphic birds as if
Conducted by
Seiji Ozawa
Welcome Dawn into the park

Inconspicuous
You stand there
Tall and slender
Cleverly hidden
Tensed
As if before a pitch

Young mustached-face
Seductive curve of
Corded bronze forearm
Strong delicate hand
Cupping the ball
Ready for action
All suggest
A night spent
South of Market

You
Swept silently through
The Slot
Last night
Mesmerizing all
Like you dominated
Parisian Salons
A century ago

Luis Bunuel’s young woman
In frustrated passions of
L’Age D’Or
Fellated marble toes
Of Apollo in the garden

Now many yearn for
Your bronze arm
Perpetually on display
In Golden Gate Park