with my old
tennis racket,
circa jimmy connors.
i still have the back stroke
down pretty good.
but the snake
is volleying back.
slithering towards me
like billy jean king.
i give it a wicked forehand
smash,
which sends it reeling.
it sticks out it's tongue,
angry at my
approach.
i get the gate open
and with one under handed
swing i send it
flying into the woods.
the crowd roars.
well, not really, but a few
squirrels applaud
gently with their tiny paws.
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