They fell in love in between dodgeball
matches, in the brief moments when they
weren’t busy bombarding each other
in single-minded pursuit of victory.
They were on opposite teams,
the Certified Public Assassins versus
the Blonde Bombshell Squad.
All good things must come to an end,
including dodgeball season.
Sweat still beaded on his forehead
after a particularly vicious match,
he asked her for a date.
They sealed the deal with a kiss,
but three years later,
the dodge ball matches continued,
body contact followed by a hasty retreat
to the sidelines, until he finally agreed to join
her home team.
her home team.
This poem is based on last Sunday's New York Times wedding announcement.
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