Monday, 13 August 2012

Federa v. Del Potro




Two morose giants
battle it out.

Potro has slightly nervous eyes
And a small serious mouth.
He plays like a cannon.

Federa looks like some merchandise of himself
but he plays like a genetically engineered
storm.

They fight calmly,
toing and froing
in an arduous geological process
that somehow retains equilibrium.

I must go out. I’ll just wait for two more games, and
then I’ll go.
An hour later, and the bank is going to close.
I leave.

I can remember,
I’ll say to my grand kids,
When this match began.

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