Dunbar close.
Happy birthday Granddad.

Tennis on the tiny black and white set,
perched on the bedside and red
as ripe strawberries in turned earth.

Man’s talk mum, still there, she laughed
XR3i, so excited, I cried in the dark,
ginger ale stacked in the low drawer:

a cricketing scene, snug by the doggy rug.