Markham Main
by Sarah Wimbush
Afternoons, they meet up
on street corners
like old youths planning revolution.
Gaffers, fathers, brothers –
an hour at the Club with a pint.
Go over the end again, and again.
How they were the last by three days
to stay out in Yorkshire.
How they’d gu back tomorra.
After school, they take the grand-kids
to the Pit Top Playground, look forward
to the night shift at Ikea. Together.
