Looking My Love

My first whistle
was a silver
grey number.
Thin lapel,
centre vent,
three button.
The bottom
never done up.
A nebbische
I am not.
White
towelling socks.
Black brogues,
white
Fred Perry.
My first whistle,
wolf that is,
was from her
as I
was bowling up
Clapton Common,
rude
and ruddy,
on a sunny
spring morning
and I
was fabulous.

Tim Wells