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Day 4- 9.20.20

Spike Ball In the Park


Five humans and a dog

walk into a park.

Or rather five humans,

a dog, and a decent spike ball set

walk into the park.


Aside from the masks it's a scene

straight out of an early 2000s college flick;

we're on the lawn, in the sun,

focused on nothing except

trying to keep a ball from dropping to the ground--

trying on all kinds of technique

all sorts of displays of commitment

to the religion of motion.



The dog coaches from her perch

on the blanket in the shade,

knowing, no doubt, her place

in this small respite,

this offering of whimsy

on a Sunday in the park.


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