Father and daughter moving
Ahead, riding a bicycle unattached
To stabilisers, learning
The physics of trust
Look forward, look forward
He gently insists
With his hand warming
Her back's tense curve
And so she does
And so she does
Meanwhile, an older girl replaces that hand
With backhand returns
From a man on a tennis court, close by
She flops and flays to keep up
With his play, back-pedalling a ball's success
With an ‘ow'
Each time her racket knocks and taps
Until it's nearly over.
Advantage
Is a score that soon falls off the saddle
They lose themselves
And the game in moist grass
Behind the court
Flowerbeds colouring the two
While the rocket of a church's spire
Surges upward, Surges upward
And so it must
And so it must.
Richard G Berg
June 2024
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