National Poetry Writing Month, Day 14, 14th April

Denim Friendship

I thought they would last, those hours

we sat on the bank in the daffodils

you wore denim, a rollneck

mine were drainpipes; your hair was flicked,

and the bell never rang; the sun didn’t set.

So we sat on the bank in the flowers

laughing at something we soon forgot,

and far away a lone ball bounced

on a sunny court; plock plock, plock plock.

Poem based on a photograph taken in 1977. I don’t know where the photo is now, but I still remember it.