All this back and forth
is sad tennis and strikes me
like service faults past
the outer white stripe,
me on the sidelines ducking
the next sharp return
only I don't want
to play the game one more time,
not today, my love.
May 26, 2011 8:04 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.