One of my best friends at primary school was Richard
In the Summer
Richard and I sit
under the apple trees
against the sandstone wall.
Richard can sweat
like a grown-up
- big fat drops
running down his forehead
down his nose and splashing
onto his aertex.
He can sweat almost as well
as Dad -
he’s been to live in Turkey -
it was hot there and he had
to.
When apples fall
off the trees
we pick them up
and find feathers
and stick them in
then throw them up to make
spinners.
They fluster their way back
down to earth.
Sometimes we let them hit us
on the head.
....and this is Richard now
with thanks to Ails McGee from According to McGee Gallery |
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