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rocket power serveup the T on the deuce side~ point of no return....Mark Toney © 2021.9/26/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
When it’s raining outside I cannot go,
To a simple place that everyone knows,
But its hard surface calls me,
And its white lines entice me,
*Raise the ball up high
do not let your focus fall
Ace! right past his face
*The point is all mine
tennis is no sport
all I hear is the nonsense
* Insignificant
I am a ball - living in this raquet of a world. Just trying to get over the net, survive and get by.
It was the final set,
Victory was near.
It had come down to this,
The world would get,
And with one little sphere,
Into a company of bliss.
Match point, it was
Inhale
Exhale
Bounce
Toss
Load
Jump
SLAM!
Recover.
Turn left
Prepare
Backhand
WHOOSH!
Recover.
Remember to breathe!
What next?
Our breaths hang in the air, eyes fixed on the server who has his
body poised subjugated beneath the suspended ball
The ball has been in your court
And I’ve been patiently waiting for you to serve it back
But I’m tired
Of the water breaks
Of the time outs
Of the sub-ins
I just wanted one game
