retirement community
and yet
there's no one here under
the age of 70.
i see them
limping up to the pickle ball
court
in their white tennis
outfits.
head bands on,
wrist bands,
knees wrapped
with copper bandages.
the men and women wearing
enormous
Jackie O
sunglasses.
they have power drinks and
granola
bars.
some are using walkers,
some are
riding electric
wheelchairs, or those little
rascal
get abouts.
it's a flock of sea gulls
rising
over the hill to the court.
i'm waiting patently
on the bench with my paddle,
waiting for
the games to begin.
ready to keep score.
it's not over yet.

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