Oh, a mere mortal; the hours I spent
on my couch, watching, not watching,\u00a0
pacing, cleaning, anything to trim\u00a0
the tension of watching the tennis gods<\/p>\n\n\n\n
two bedraggled bodies wracking them-
selves senseless smacking the small ball
to new and giddy places.\u00a0 Mother,
if I had five ounces of that resilience\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Five hours in, sports writers are sick
with praise. Even the clay, even the living dust
is whipped up, spent but glowing,
having witnessed magnificence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Oh, a mere mortal; the hours I spenton my couch, watching, not watching,\u00a0pacing, cleaning, anything to trim\u00a0the tension of watching the tennis gods two bedraggled bodies wracking them-selves senseless smacking the small ballto new and giddy places.\u00a0 Mother,if I had … Continue reading