Manchester Show, Valentine’s Day

Roberta Gould

He is perusing the potentials for the next champion,
his fingers hooked behind him, leaning back,
Not a surgeon, or course, but with the same
rapt attention, worthy of a dog

This master will now caress the flanks
and the prefect hair of a Basingee
asking for another run around the court

What a god like judgement he has made!
Mortals like me cannot understand it
Yet I trust it is correct
Can I prove it? Not in this life!

But I will surely love the one he picks.