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Sport 34: Winter 2006

Elizabeth

Elizabeth

That night he sits in the paddock outside their house, kitchen lit like a stage.

Elizabeth's last to bed. She folds washing then reads. Bare feet on the table corner, book open on her legs, presses a cup to her cheek. She laughs at the book. She reads like Sylvia watches TV, like it's the world.

Stars are more visible than in the city. On the roadside, trees shift and creak.