lefty

there was
a kid with one
arm
in your neighborhood
who had
picked up
a live
downed power
line, bringing
him close to death.
but now he was
fearless
with his limb
severed
below the elbow.
baseball, no
problem,
girls, plenty.
he was a pirate
set loose
in a sea
of children
with his silver
clasping hook
for an arm.
there was nothing
he could do,
and do it
better and faster
than everyone
which gave you
hope and depressed
you at the same
time.