Poem: Hamstring injury

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Poem: Hamstring injury

Clutch, clench,
the back of the thigh.
Then, emptiness,
a hollow,
a hobble,
a caution, a warning.
Tendons wear.
Skin thins.
The final hollow.

Patrick T. Reardon

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