It’s
It’s green in the cathedral of vines & branches
Then a red & gold light from below
The earth is opening up, fissuring
Blue light merging at 9 o’clock & 3
If I had a hot air balloon I would take this space
with me
To my waking dream of my tennis racquet & ball
My new passion 35 years after I hung them up
After 35 years break I play tennis
Just waiting to kick a seasoned opponent's arse
Oh Amateur!, Oh Garcia Lorca!, Oh Galicia!, Oh Duende!
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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