There was a game
where two magicians
played ball. The first
threw it to the sky,
above the clouds
and it was afloat
a zephyr and native
to the wind, and then
the latter took control
and the ball abruptly fell
and his arms shook
but it plummeted
until above his head
it plumed and haze
and vines birthed
with petals that curled.

The former's feat
may have been laudable,
but the audience could
remember nothing.