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They Dream In Green


Heavy effort, smashing and agile.
Working the court, squinting into the sun.
All warmed up.

A star spangled multi-national anthem.
From continents afar.
One, two, three, four.

Media and the 11 second update.
Road trip destination, clear and cool.
Logo box in the back.

Old back roads still move.
Sweet Norah singing about Lone Stars.
Doubling up first, mix it good.

Too much pace, too much finish.
Then the singles.
2nd got excellent depth, a set up artist.

Commentators, writers, racquet experts.
Fashionable opinions.
Singers, rappers, shouters.

Coaches, seemingly everywhere.
Glares and dirty looks, 3rd having fun.
Wrist tendons, shoulder aches, backs.

Hard courts are hard.
Soft clay of Europe, calling them back.
Like playing on clouds.

No use for Cali, got to get the heck back.
Trust the young eyes.
Mean what they see, believe what they say.

They dream in green.
About angles and form and mental calm.
And swinging under the windmills.

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