Poem 38

Copa Mundial 2014

Escaping TV
for a moment of
almost Brazilian sunshine
in the garden,
stand on one leg
in the middle of the lawn.
Ignoring the fact
that the grass needs cutting,
concentrate on
balancing the football
on an outstretched sandal.
Then, like Lionel Messi,
flick the ball in the air
and kick it into the blue
of a tropical sky.
Only to score an own goal
when it lands high in the
Copacabana beech next door.