Ian C Smith |
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Football Father
Cars are family boxes at the coliseum
the footballers, and men in uniform
umpires are cheats, the enemy, thugs
tossed in camaraderie from the dugout
Driving us home past wind-riffled grass
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Ian C Smith lives in the Gippsland Lakes region of Victoria. His work has appeared recently in The Dalhousie Review (Can.), Eureka Street, Heat, Meanjin, The Sleepers Almanac, & Westerly. His latest book is Memory like Hunger, and his new work, Lost Language of the Heart will appear in early 2010 (Ginninderra Press). Smith writes: “At 17, my son, a gold-medallist at rowing, a sport about which I know almost nothng, played his first season of football, my old sport from days before poetry, before many changes in my life. He might have been trying to please me. Although he, and the team, played well, I left the match feeling in need of a drink, a drop-kick of a drink. When I arrived home I roughed out the first draft of ‘Football Father’ instead.” |
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