Closure

It occurred to me on this day
That nothing will ever be the same
The sideline stands and structured play
Following the introductions by name
The fans filed familiarly behind the fence
Unclasping their hands to clap
Shaking their heads to make meaningful sense
Not at you, but at your playful tap
The moving feet sounds of screeching and stalling
Floating as lily pads upon the ponds
To the left, to the right, rising and falling
Like the stocks and the funds and the bonds
The trespassing ball trickles in and soars
Oozing freshness into an obsolete sport
I rip the return as my shoulder blade roars
Reinventing new ways to cut up the court
It’s not easy to sleep at night without knowing an end
Heavier still to rest when it is all over
I depart the hard greens for a softer friend
On this day, finally finding closure