Applause

The breeze sings its song
through the trees
while I strain my ears to hear
the tale it tells, that wins,
with a rustle of leaves,
a round of applause.

Wimbledon

Wimbledon roof closed.
Rain claps down in continuous applause,
drowning out the twang of ball on strings.

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