Martin

 

We were a strange eutectic mix that summer

Clattering our bikes and rods down farmer’s tracks

In search of perfect swims and privacy.

 

I had, by nodding agreement,

the best collection of floats, spinners and spoons

arranged by size and colour, in the best box.

You were the only boy I ever lent one.

 

Approaching, in Apache crouch, our favourite pool

I wave you behind me and, unwisely, as it turned out,

you complied.

 

I slickly click the bail arm back and curl my finger round the line.

A threatening tree necessitates the lowest flick and with a swish

I whip the rod tip out towards the sun.

 

Your tears were hot.

Your breath - sherbert and frightened dandelions.

 

Later, Dr.Wooley surprised us both

By cutting through your cheek and releasing all my hooks intact.

When I called, your mother said,

‘Martin’s not coming out today’.

 

You were the biggest thing I caught that year.

 Jx