Hilt of a virtual sword –
on white, one blue light
scattered by the damp
remnant of hours spent
battering against a wily parry –
surrenders on the TV tray,
its graying strap exhaling
salty proof of a too-long toil,
tarnished-penny whiff
of skyward-flung frustration.
I watch a stranger take the game,
sunken like the moment
I knew my youth was over,
lolling in the stilled swing,
my ears and gut a sea.
Tagged: video games, Zelda
