• not wiped out but mapped our dreams and the ground helicopter blades
  • ‪the barber says‬ ‪”I’ll do what I can” ‪straggling locks‬ ‪of thin grey hair‬ ‪a Ralph Coates‬
  • before the match we drop in The Gate to find its now Legends cheap beer loud music and a room full of geezers
  • running the line for the under fifteens a row of daisies finding my heart’s in it but my body’s not
  • late summer brings its own struggles new boots and shin pads