the gym was gold. Dank and
stale, though, from too many bodies.
Egg-like spheres collided high,
but more likely caught and
choked in a tangle of net.
The high ceilings
echoing girlish screeches
and males' swallowed curses.
The cool hotness of bare chests,
and slap of skin on ball,
burning red on wrists, face, limbs.
A scene of boring pandemonium
On a rainy Wednesday.
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