The Netball Coach by Robert David Verdon

The netball coach
Parading about, clipboard in iron hand
Pulling her girls into shape
At 6:51 on a Sapphire Coast morning
Those girls
Heaving dark spheres against the blue-green H.Q.
Of the Merimbula District Netball Association,
Loping round the adjacent oval, some barely managing it;
One sent off to be sick but coming back for more.
Indolent, I watch from our Beach House
Then gaze deep into the colouring Tasman
As the sun glints off a 4×4, hers —————
You could iron a gym-slip on that horizon.

Robert Verdon
Robert Verdon has been writing for may years. He once belonged to Aberrant Genotype Press in Canberra. He came 2nd in the 2012 W.B. Yeats Poetry Prize, and was Highly Commended in the 2012 erbacce Prize, UK. His books include The Well- Scrubbed Desert, Her Brilliant Career, & Before we Knew this Century. He is currently completing PhD on the imaginal scene in poetry composition. His hobbies include cycling, walking and 10-pin bowling.

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