The thirty-year game

March 27, 1996|By WILLIAM AMELIA

TC Y* For thirty years three times a week

over a lengthening noon hour,

we have played the game of handball,

doubles preferred given our ages,

on a four-walled hardwood court

with skills that peaked long ago,

a ritual assembly of the same aging band,

less those who have moved

or given up the game

or gone to more permanent retirement,

as the game goes on

and the ball, it seems,

bounds higher than before

arcing just out of reach this time,

and faster than I recall,

but just a half-step beyond me

though -- breathe deeply now --

on the next serve I'll . . .

Pub Date: 3/27/96

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