27th January 2013
Sunday morning on the sofa
still in pyjamas
sun striped through the blinds
watching Andy and Novak
in Melbourne
mouse squeaking shoes
on blue painted tennis court.
Earl Grey tea steaming
in pale green cups
sister’s chunky orange marmalade
on butter slathered toast.
Balls ping back and forth
excitement building.
Then a twist in my stomach
the bitter sweetness of Seville half way to my lips
when I realise
one
must
lose.
And some of the bowlfuls of love and nourishment, fossil circles, dog ears and sea light that filtered through my weekend.
As well as my husband's wonderful leeks pulled from cold claggy earth for our lunch......
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