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A Poem for Andy Murray

July 7th 1991

 

I am ignoring the death of a relative

by playing tennis.

I swing the racket to serve.

I hit my face.

I swing the racket to serve again.

I hit my face.

 

July 7th 2013

 

Andy Murray wins Wimbledon.

I wave the TV remote in celebration.

I hit my face.

I am older now.

I do not wave the TV remote a second time.

 

Epilogue – Andy Murray Haiku

 

Boris Becker sounds

charming. Andy Murray hugs

like he hates to hug.

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About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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