into my serve, and dash in to the net,
and bend for the low return, and spring
right or left to dominate the point.
When I had knees, I ran
six miles in forty minutes, and
stroked my college eight (no pun intended)
to four bumps in Eights Week, and
chased a frisbee in the quad till dusk.
If I had knees I'd learn to surf,
paddle to catch the wave, then up I'd pop,
a cool dude Jack-on-the-board,
riding the ocean's water horses home.
But cartilages tear, arthritis grates,
and constant pain is hard to bear,
and age foregrounds mortality
in every future that I dare to dream.
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Location: Godolphin Way, Newquay, United Kingdom
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