Five squeegees hang on a fence
Four courts wait for her entrance
She watches from outside
How the sun forms a squint in her eye
The heat of the summer dries the lines
The green wind screens shield like blinds
Yellow-blue branded banners posted inside
Bring life to the sport the trees try to hide
The half-painted wood benches
Shelf the plastic bottle she quenches
The thirst begins here with her serve
The only home that calms her every nerve