Rainbow
That night was the end of Jim’s career
warned he carried a vicious left hook,
an able-bodied man from Kashmir
read Jim’s weakness like an info book.
Yet Jim took him to the second round
and was leading by a single point,
but when over confident he found
let him through his guard and rocked the joint.
Jim didn’t hear the Referee’s count
when victim to a rapid combo,
just stars as city lights from the mount
as he groped for his mouth shield; Rainbow.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2018
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