Federa v. Del Potro

Two morose giants

battle it out.

Potro has slightly nervous eyes

And a small serious mouth.

He plays like a cannon.

Federa looks like some merchandise of himself

but he plays like a genetically engineered

storm.

They fight calmly,

toing and froing

in an arduous geological process

that somehow retains equilibrium.

I must go out. I’ll just wait for two more games, and

then I’ll go.

An hour later, and the bank is going to close.

I leave.

I can remember,

I’ll say to my grand kids,

When this match began.