Eyed by pigeons and the tall windows br of elegant cream mansions br she and he enter the court. br Father and daughter, mentor and child, br racquets swinging. br br Left outside, I contribute br the only way I know. br From a damp bench, peering through br the barrier of wire, br I draw them. br br Years later, I see that I have drawn br the netting round the court br intricately, lovingly, br like a prisoner viewing br the exercise yard.