Sport 20: Autumn 1998
without seasons
without seasons
the empty chair
was an accusation
the desk bereft
was a tidy reproach
the stray paper clips
could not have known that
this was a day of the world
all twenty four hours of it
that beyond the double glazing
every leaf had been washed clean
each vein was beaded
with brightness and the hills
shone with the light upon them
here the minutes passed like
water over dark stones
into slow moving hours
and those who were left
attended to the important
business of their fingernails
it was put about that he had been
bullied and he had been bullied
he had worn the cricket tie
the Welshman had brought back from Lords
but he had had no summer to hope for
all his days had been
just like all his days
he had said sex for the photographer
but his eyes had looked the other way