I’d run across the main road to the rec

full pelt, dodging cars.

Sun full on, big football rolling towards the river,.

Through the gates, goalposts loyal and white.

Kick the ball, high up. That high. Sun high.

Run, run some more, look up. Breath. Still

rising, reaching. Lie down boy: watch it, still

there, turning.


and at home jelly and new telly,

new television chair for mum,

Co-op green shiny arms wood legs.

Watch ‘Thank Your Lucky Stars.’

Evaporated milk in Camp Coffee.

Mum’s new hair-do. Tomorrow,

big day trip to Blackpool Tower.


In bed, all my ghosts

cuddle up to listen

to my reading

Treasure Island.

We limp into sleep

on our one wooden