That Gospel Spiel

That Gospel Spiel

for A.

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I picture you, years from any now, playing

table tennis with your partner

at some schmaltzy kibbutz by the wind-pressed sea,

paddle-swiping at the butterfly ball,

olives plumping on background branches --

distractions in the breeze -- while old men kvetch

over coffee tables like Hasidic Prufrocks,

their peachy days behind them, and grand

children gallop in the surf and throw

apples at the pulsing sun
.

You miss and miss the ball and

your partner laughs, white picket teeth, at your energy

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