she is a tennis player, he plays basketball
professionally. his team, some fantasy
outfit from a future you’ve never heard of. don’t
sweat it, chum; it’s not all for you. she has a weak
chin, he has a strange mouth and thin lips,
and they’re both rich as thieves, successful,
wealthy, and wise. he plays in Texas, parts of
California, Oklahoma; she is from South Africa
and plays all around the globe. maybe in the a further
future they’ll be royalty, or revolutionary rebels,
or coffee house owners, or real estate moguls.
it’s 75 and sunny, so we feel good about the future.
hope, etcetera.
and with that comes warm imagination. which we can all
agree feels nice.