like a beginner's tennis match
we sloppily lob words
to and fro
missing their marks
and bouncing
willy-nilly over and into nets
ensnaring them
and halting our progress
until, fed up
with our misplayed mismatched mishegas
we separate and practice alone
banging our words
against a wall
a sounding board backboard
where they land with a satisfying thud
and rebound to welcome ears:
our own
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