#763 - I dream the game

 

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I dream the game

for a map of the heart at home

for the philosophy of table tennis

 

same as a heartbeat

back forth

on table bent timber

but out in the garden stone

 

the come-again breath

 

fashioned in leaf fall

tumble of gumnuts

 

off a flat palm

above and behind

imagine an edge extends to infinity

 

I dream the game

so it must be

as good a mystery as any

 

rain on a roof

but one at a time

impart no spin

from fingers

 

bark falls about us

seasons change

 

this is a public display

we go to look for the ball in the bush

 

that little world attributed elsewhere

like trouble, we always bat it away

 

the little history of how

in no straight lines of vanish air

 

light crafted

guess next

 

we the breeze across

 

one signature of time

same as a heartbeat shared