He quarterbacked his way to fulfill my nights' fantasies
when he said, "Shoes don't belong on socks as nice as these!"
Clad in baggy distressed jeans, and his torso bare
beneath the cascade of his long, chestnut-colored hair;
three years a starter on the high school's varsity;
although the clodhopping school board's stated policy
forbid his hair's length and our Homosexuality:
that was the prejudice against us in that vicinity
and time---the early and reactive seventies.
Starward-Led