It's an effortless match we serve
and volley, and score without boards
or lines, or net. Someone's keeping track,
I'm sure - we both are - but incomparably,
without numbers or bets. When each
of us win, I'll defeat you at last. It won't
be a tie, as you triumph withal. The fans
will leap up from the stands in a rush
to the court or the exits, but we
will just stand there
and breathe, and smile,
and stall
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Saturday, November 14, 2020
decisively.
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