She went with me to pick
chickweed from the bomb site
off of the Meadow Row
for the budgerigar
at home in the birdcage.
"How much you need Benny?"
she asked me kneeling down
on the bombed out wreckage.
"A few bunches will do it."
We gathered up bunches
in our eight year old hands
and poked them in a bag.
We looked towards the road
busy traffic passed by.
People walked the pavement
in determined fashion
each with destinations
that only they knew of
to or from place else.
"Can we go to the park?"
She asked."Can if you like"
I replied. We walked off
down Meadow Row and up
the stairway to the flat.
We gave the bird the ****
then went off to the park.
The whole place was crowded
with other kids like us
kids from the rough places
with grazed knees and scratched hands
and pale ***** faces.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
She went with me to pick
chickweed from the bomb site
off of the Meadow Row
for the budgerigar
at home in the birdcage.
"How much you need Benny?"
she asked me kneeling down
on the bombed out wreckage.
"A few bunches will do it."
We gathered up bunches
in our eight year old hands
and poked them in a bag.
We looked towards the road
busy traffic passed by.
People walked the pavement
in determined fashion
each with destinations
that only they knew of
to or from place else.
"Can we go to the park?"
She asked."Can if you like"
I replied. We walked off
down Meadow Row and up
the stairway to the flat.
We gave the bird the ****
then went off to the park.
The whole place was crowded
with other kids like us
kids from the rough places
with grazed knees and scratched hands
and pale ***** faces.
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