TENNIS LOVE
TENNIS LOVE The yellow ball rockets past, propelled by force of someone else’s swing and wind the bright sun cracking through my squinted orbs my arm responds a lightning bolt, too late it hurts. A game for younger bods, those whose muscles flex without rip-tearing stiffened stuff connecting back to ass––I think I broke something not a string.
ZOOM DOODLE / COLORED BRUSHES AND SHARPIES not every Zoom meeting is a gripping moment to moment, so doodling can fill the gaps. David Dinner
Rorschach says, proud Rastafarian robot dressed in it’s finest, eating a grenade.
Oh, how true. What you once were, you are no longer. But the reward is that you can become something else besides worn out.