You feel the miss-hit
before the opposing call.
Marked yellow fuzz-
a concrete confirmation.

You hesitated.
You froze in the split-
step. Moments of uncertainty
robbing your grace. Nerves coil,
firing thoughts like a pin-
ball machine.

Heat bears down- lines
curve for the opponent.
Just when the court begins
to shrink, you feel the breeze-
it kisses your neck,
reminding you to breath,
to play.

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