[one more round of tennis with the net down, then I'll put up something of mine with rhyme and meter and all that good stuff]
it doesn't have to sparkle to pull
but you know that
you pull
in your autumn way
and the boy next to me
pulls harder
even
than gravity
is more insouciant than gravity
fails as completely as gravity
and I am always falling from orbits
watching my center shrink
cool
all the while feeling the gentle tug
of a thousand galaxies
in random flight around me
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