Poetry · Writing

Mechanics

Up and down, up and down. Leather fresh of asphalt and gravel leaves your palm and coming back. Fight club styled illusions of greats that have played before you stand waiting your move. Side to side and between your legs as the great raises his palm to your brow. Drive hard to the left shadowed close by the great. In close, the step back isolates perfect and the leather fly’s.

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