Until Spring

The temperature soared into the fifties,
for a second it appeared the snow would melt,
and the green cement of the courts would be visible
through the sun's majestic rays
The tattered target bag
filled with fuzzy neon spheres
sat quietly in the corner of the garage
yearning to be smashed, lobbed, and sliced
the balls dream of being freed
from their desolate prison of the garage
But alas, the sun vanishes behind the clouds
and won't be seen again till spring
the temperature dropped
and the balls felt the sting of being rejected
as they wait until spring

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