Clay of tennis courts is soft –
But I am softer –
Proven with blood shed
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.
Notes to this poem…
Har-Tru clay for tennis courts isn’t that soft, to be honest. It’s like a fine gravel. It feels soft to run and slide on, but no, it’s not soft. I got bloodied open wounds from a light dive the ball tonight.
The F-series poems are part of a collection composed on my ferry rides across Halifax Harbour when the buses aren’t crossing the MacDonald bridge due to the Big Lift bridge redecking. This should keep happening until at least December 2016.