for Richard and Robert

And that’s where we did it,

up there

where I played at Cathy,

all unspent passion

and covered

petticoat buttons,

and that’s where we went,

three of us together.

For the record

I was wearing

a Baildon Race Meet


in dirty grey marl

a goose down waistcoat

covered in paint

and a navy blue beret

ever the


and Rob was in his

work shoes,


and Richard

a priestly

Iron Man

black on the horizon.

The orange lights

over Bradford

came on individually


I put my

trainered foot

in an icy pool

to feel the water

coming in

through the eyelets

Rob’s phone rang –

I got the giggles

and fell behind,

the reedy moor

a hog’s back

slippery under my feet

and away you went



& mingling

white and alive

with the

gathering indigo dusk

TM April 2012

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