Out of Reach

OUT OF REACH grabbed my grandson from my arms holding him way up high like the lion king as his father’s eyes waxed like a dazed moon a stranger lifting his son out of his reach blest by this beguiling guest the trainer of my wrestling son dressed in colorful African garb many would clamor to meet up with Arturo, a treat — the blessing of my grandson my eyes misty with this mythical greeting honored by this great man who’d traveled with my only son helping him to achieve a level of sport out of reach, a stepping stone — one that would make him known 5/17/2018