tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post6639367089635361924..comments2024-02-05T15:01:44.563-05:00Comments on Cleveland Poetics: a place for cleveland's writers and readers: Blind Review Fridaymichael salingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717310933948991992noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-24027278822564992082009-05-18T23:37:00.000-04:002009-05-18T23:37:00.000-04:00A very beautiful poem, but also a poem by somebody...A very beautiful poem, but also a poem by somebody unencumbered by the knowledge that age is not itself an infirmity. <br /><br />Of course they still make love, kiss the inner wrist. Football is for boys; love is for men. Old men, young men, all men. The wings are there.Mary Turzillohttp://www.maryturzillo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-51795549964649530152009-05-15T18:50:00.000-04:002009-05-15T18:50:00.000-04:00I like this poem. It reminds me a bit of the Komu...I like this poem. It reminds me a bit of the Komunyakaa poem about basketball.Theresa Göttl Brightmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04268724583965572272noreply@blogger.com