Touch and Go
When the game begins, I do not fret,
The ball about to be tipped.
It bounces toward me, and I immediately feel
The urge to drive and kick.
It comes to me, a decision I must make,
I do not have much time to think.
As soon as I feel the texture of leather,
The ball is in my court.
Defense begins to clamp its claws tightly,
In fear of what is to come.
I feel the ball leaving my fingertips,
And watch it swish through the net.
A battle we face throughout the game,
The clash of effort and hustle.
As time winds down, we begin to feel
We have won the battle this time.
Touch and Go
4/6/21
Donna Moody
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