this weekend.

This weekend I exhaled
and laced up my sneakers to bounce the ball
on 103-degree pavement,
through nylon nets that caught it and wouldn't let go
until we coaxed it with a slap.
Prove it, for the win.
Then the Gatorade quenched our thirst
A sweet nectar from the gods.
When the plague of gnats forced us from the grass
we threw the Frisbee in the parking lot
and walked
and talked
and balanced
beneath the building thunderheads, orange and pink
until it was time for dinner.
Tacos and jalapeno
chips and cherries and grapes
made a good night.
Saturday we Scrabbled
and so this weekend
I exhaled.

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