Séance at Tennis

　　 by Dana Goodyear

　　 I play with an old boyfriend， to tease you out.

　　 In white shorts that you've never seen before.

　　 You storm-wind， panic in the tree.

　　 Rattling like the genius

　　 like the jealous man.

　　 Making it impossible to hit.

　　 So nothing clears the net.

　　 An inside joke， my comingback love：

　　 He can't return， but you can？

　　 After an hour， the court is swept， and reassumes

　　 the waiting face of the bereft. But you-

　　 the sky turns blue with your held breath.

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• bereft [bi´reft] bereave的过去分词 六级词汇