As you witness the destruction of your beloved sport at the hands of Dragonfly-clad high schoolers, take solace in the fact that the achievements of your youth remain honest, unsullied by pogo spikes and trampoline tracks. Never forgive these pretenders for what they stole from you. Never let them forget their accomplishments are hollow.
“...I login
on an alt--rojo lets me go.
I join the fray--I'm crying
about super shoes on letsrun
again, depending on the old heads
to upvote my posts.
I check the former high school records,
half-expecting to find
Webb’s 3:53 in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Galen Rupp;
I see the Dragonfly’s pink flash.
Hall and Ritz shimmer on my glasses
but when I walk away
their names stay on the screen.”