文章基本信息

标题：On an Old Black and White Photograph.
作者：Evans, David Allan
期刊名称：Aethlon: The Journal of Sport Literature
印刷版ISSN：1048-3756
出版年度：2010
期号：March
语种：English
出版社：Sports Literature Association

摘要：

 On an Old Black and White Photograph     As if you'd agreed, at 15, grudgingly, to give up a few    precious seconds of sprinting and soaring already    halfway through the 50s, to just stand therein    dark gym trunks and white, smudged, Converse    tennis shoes, your brand-new, blonde flat-top shining    in summer sunlight--gripping, near your right hip    with both hands, the taped end of a bamboo vaulting pole.    You're smiling a cocky smile for the camera, held by    Jerry Nyreen, your friend with the wild black hair.    Could you, could he have guessed, just before the click,    that he'd have no choice but to make you--the one    who taught him--the second best Icarus on the block?    Your pole's aimed straight down a packed-dirt runway    toward a pit dug up with a spade and full of lumber-yard    sawdust. In a vacant lot, on a railroad bluff overlooking    the Burlington Northern trains heading for places with    mythical names like Chicago, Minneapolis, Omaha.

On an Old Black and White Photograph.

Evans, David Allan

On an Old Black and White Photograph

   As if you'd agreed, at 15, grudgingly, to give up a few
   precious seconds of sprinting and soaring already
   halfway through the 50s, to just stand therein
   dark gym trunks and white, smudged, Converse
   tennis shoes, your brand-new, blonde flat-top shining
   in summer sunlight--gripping, near your right hip
   with both hands, the taped end of a bamboo vaulting pole.
   You're smiling a cocky smile for the camera, held by
   Jerry Nyreen, your friend with the wild black hair.
   Could you, could he have guessed, just before the click,
   that he'd have no choice but to make you--the one
   who taught him--the second best Icarus on the block?
   Your pole's aimed straight down a packed-dirt runway
   toward a pit dug up with a spade and full of lumber-yard
   sawdust. In a vacant lot, on a railroad bluff overlooking
   the Burlington Northern trains heading for places with
   mythical names like Chicago, Minneapolis, Omaha.