Table Tennis
it sat in my basement
untouched
dust collected
my fate unnoticed
that thing in my childhood’s basement
previously overlooked
pierced the walls of my ignorant denial
the foriegn instrument,
rubber and wood
became a part of me, finished
moves, subconsciously calibrated
perfect
my experienced rival
lost
fate,
found
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