12.23.16 Now without a leg

Now without a leg, still
he dreamed of running

He could've dreamed of cleaning the garage or climbing on the roof or skiing through the snow or wrestling as if he was somebody any old somebody wrestling another 

any old somebody down

But instead, it was running
The tightening and power rippling
down through both legs, pushing off
one after the other with both
feet, his ankles sturdy, his calves
flexing, propelling him along