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
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