At least it’s symmetrical, his
raised fists of defeat the swimming pool reflection
of triumph.
There are no ripples in the crowd. Like lego blocks
they are rectangles of colour:
edges, corners.
only two men have hands, swaddled in cloth at
right angles to the curves of their
arms.
It took me a while to see the referee. His
head looked like a knee-cap.
Blended in.
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