Shirtless

It’s a 20 year old photograph.
I am returning from the net.
In blue shorts, my head bent, racquet hanging dejectedly;
I must have lost the point.

Except I know better.
Such vanity, attempting humility,
Seeking no applause,
I will graciously accept victory.

I am baaad!
Yet, there is a joker loose on the court.
When I feel superior I need
Merely turn my desk chair and look at the photo.

All my imagined stage craft
Undone, as I look at my self-abasing feet.
True, my steps seem appropriately downtrodden.
If only I had worn matching socks.