You had never seen kale before
it looked like large cabbage plants
reaching skyward
so that you could hide in it
and not be seen
from the farm
and Jane walked
with you there
and you both sat there talking
she about her father
and how he prepared
his Sunday sermons
right after the one given
on the previous Sunday
and how he liked
to close himself away
from the family
for hours at a time
with just his Bible
and other books
and God of course
and get it down
and afterwards
polish it up
until he had it off to pat
and you listened to her
trying to imagine
what it must be like
to have a father
who was a pastor
and you'd met her father
a few times
and her mother more
(and was told
she liked you)
and tried to think
about what her father's sermons
were about
(you never went
to the services)
and as she sat there
with her flowery dress
red and yellow
and those white ankle socks
and walking-about
-the-farmland-shoes
and dark hair
tied at that moment
with a red ribbon
you noticed
how beautiful she was
in her own way plain way
and how her hands
were held together
over her knees
as she raised her legs
and how the sun light
still reached
you both there
in the kale
and warmed
and eased you both
and you talked
of London
and when you left
and why
and how so different it was
and how you could walk
to at least to two cinemas
whereas here
there was none
but that you didn't mind
as it was a new life
and next to nature
and you could learn
new things kind of life now
and she smiled
and that thrilled you
that smile
that spread of lips
that pierce your heart
and mind kind of smile
and her wrists
slim and white
and the fingers
thin and white
and the nails
had white half moons
on them
and you wanted
to sit there
with her forever
in the tall kale
with the bright sun
and secret love
and feel inside
and 13 year old
sensibilities
each wanting to touch
but not at least not much
and she pointed out
a Red Admiral butterfly
fluttering over the kale
and slowly by.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
You had never seen kale before
it looked like large cabbage plants
reaching skyward
so that you could hide in it
and not be seen
from the farm
and Jane walked
with you there
and you both sat there talking
she about her father
and how he prepared
his Sunday sermons
right after the one given
on the previous Sunday
and how he liked
to close himself away
from the family
for hours at a time
with just his Bible
and other books
and God of course
and get it down
and afterwards
polish it up
until he had it off to pat
and you listened to her
trying to imagine
what it must be like
to have a father
who was a pastor
and you'd met her father
a few times
and her mother more
(and was told
she liked you)
and tried to think
about what her father's sermons
were about
(you never went
to the services)
and as she sat there
with her flowery dress
red and yellow
and those white ankle socks
and walking-about
-the-farmland-shoes
and dark hair
tied at that moment
with a red ribbon
you noticed
how beautiful she was
in her own way plain way
and how her hands
were held together
over her knees
as she raised her legs
and how the sun light
still reached
you both there
in the kale
and warmed
and eased you both
and you talked
of London
and when you left
and why
and how so different it was
and how you could walk
to at least to two cinemas
whereas here
there was none
but that you didn't mind
as it was a new life
and next to nature
and you could learn
new things kind of life now
and she smiled
and that thrilled you
that smile
that spread of lips
that pierce your heart
and mind kind of smile
and her wrists
slim and white
and the fingers
thin and white
and the nails
had white half moons
on them
and you wanted
to sit there
with her forever
in the tall kale
with the bright sun
and secret love
and feel inside
and 13 year old
sensibilities
each wanting to touch
but not at least not much
and she pointed out
a Red Admiral butterfly
fluttering over the kale
and slowly by.
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