“SuperMan” by Keith Stewart

He is the grey root
of hair spurting out of my temple
summoning the world
to see my true color.

He is the spicy sweetness
encasing fried potatoes
in a bag of Grippo’s BBQ Chips
that makes me crave even more.

He is the last second shot
from Rupp Arena’s three-point line,
catching my heart
in his throat
and standing time still.

He is Halley’s comet streaking
through the southern sky,
a flash of brilliant radiance
lasting seconds,
but long enough for a lifetime.

-Keith Stewart

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