Servin’ Tennis
oooh
y’all
it
feels
so smooth
to be
me
inside
that moment
just
a breath
a lift
a fuzzy green
world
leaving
my fingertips
a tilt
a pillar
of muscle
doin’
what it does
a snap
and contact
that’s all
i got
to do
to get
this thing
goin’
that’s how
i flex
the only
wind
i’ve
ever
been
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This poem is a good bridge between the French Open and Wimbledon!