July 3rd

It is colder
Than it should be
On the 3rd day in July

And you are playing  - and my back is to you

Just because I have
Some other things
On my mind

I have missed - I am sure
A few great serves
And backhands

Which you have been working so hard on

You say it's o.k,
These other things
This cold July 3rd

I sit now, planning for the next act

Though it has been
a pleasure, the rarest
of  pleasures

At a glance I catch you - hot and red

You look away
Wanting for me to see you,
Only, in motion

Never searching - never  longing

You said it was o.k.
These other things
This looking away

And In the shade
It is almost  too cold
for the 3rd day in July