|Photo: Alfred Joy|
He's the tallest kid in town.
He must be close on seven foot.
Think his body must have been shaped with an angle-grinder.
Has a smile that wouldn't look out of place in a tooth-paste advert.
Easy going, gangling movements. A life that's never,
even when bad things happen, been taken too seriously
because everything, in the end, always falls into place.
Work and money?
Never a problem.
While most of us have kept our noses to the grindstone,
he always managed to wrangle himself onto a jet plane once or twice a year.
Trips to places we can only read about or see on TV.
He had height, naturally ability on his side.
He could make a game of it!
Toy with his opponents
as a cat paws a dying mouse.
But the weather keeps changing.
Too much wind, lately,
too much rain.