Poem: Enchanted

The giant with
a wide engaging smile,
beckons me to play.
Unbridled vigor, a fence encircles me,
darting, cavorting, rough, relentless.
Our banter explodes, we harmonize;
screeching, laughing,
enduring this brutal sport.
Weary now, I slow the game,
then cease.
The panting titan retains his grin,
now a half smile
with still-teasing eyes.
Side-by-side my gallant victor
leans into me,
quietly conceding my need to rest.

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