0140 André Agassi Poem by Michael Shepherd

Over the years, his business-like humility -
as if he's here to serve our sheer delight -
his human sweetness - rarely so visible
in the male of the species - and
that inner beauty that seems
to shine through human eyes -
they've just grown, so that
just seeing him makes me -
makes you? -
feel good about being human

and an artistic note: over the years,
especially with his pate so shaved,
his head is like a sculpture in itself -
more and more like some informal
Egyptian, Persian, work in baked and coloured clay
gazing over the centuries
as if to say
come win, come lose,
here is a man