Coterminous: empty pitch, ardent mind
¶ 1
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I watch the Tour de France highlights
with a “rouleur’s” relentless interest.
I gasp as a chain chinks
and sit appalled as a prime performer punctures…
so many junctures
and yet as the “domestique” dutifully delivers drinks
to his preternaturally gifted peers…
¶ 2
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I see beyond the racing rubber tyres
the Shimano gears
and the “Maillot Jaune” (Yellow Jersey)…
as one mesmerised by the red-shirts across the Mersey
I see
in the panoramic sweep of a chopper’s encapsulated view
not so much the castellations atop a Chateau
but lying behind it, the empty space
wherein a neatly mown rectangle
with boundary lines expertly etched
and stately looking goalposts fore and aft
has me longing
for “les joueurs”
to return to their craft!
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