Lind
eighth stanza
My friend J.B. was the type of kid who led The way in sporting ways, and we often ventured To practice plays on the playground or shop For bubble gum at Wills Mercantile, the pavement Between the school and the downtown crossroads Dropping us there on the way to his house to glide Into the living room to catch the latest NFL shot. I thought of myself as the second best set of tires Compared to J.B.’s sporty ones in chrome wheel well, And yet on track and field day one fall J.B. shocked me by asking me behind the school To let him win the hundred yard dash. The days


The suspense!
And now I want to know if our narrator ever complied with the request, whether he ever beat J.B. in a footrace, and whether they remained friends.