the moon was shaping itself into a tennisball tonight
as it was peering over the centre court stripes...
"Quiet please"
♥
and wished it could've been part of the action
no sooner has it dusted off its pale face
ace
♥
the players shake hands and walk off.
it feels pushed around the celestial court by the sun
it merely keeps the tented- queues company
until the sun comes up
and serves it into the far-side...
ace
six
love
♥
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