a tennis court sunset
one more
you would call out
I was already expecting to hear it
every day the same time, we played
a father I met a summer ago
he was good
so good
he made me good too
I loved that about us
it's the only thing I can say we still have
that memory I just told you about
he pushed me
he made me run all over the place
he beat me
over
and over
and... over again
And, I loved every minute of it
I wish I could have
just...
one more
Earth To Ash 
great poem. I love the looping back to “one more.” That’s a device I use occasionally and love when it works it out in a poem, especially this well.
and such a nice memory. I remember you saying before that your father was who brought the athlete out in you and instilled that competitive spirit. Hope to learn more about him and your relationship when/as your poetry allows. 🙂💕
(pssst…check “sunset”… there seems to be something missing, fumble fingers….🤪)
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Thank you, and it was late last night, and I guess I never saw the entire sunset. Lol. I hate that. Appreciate the catch and the read. 😀
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