You rode the steep hill
on your bike
to get to the farm house
where Jim and Pete were
to practice Judo
in the grass about the house
or in the small hay barn
their sister Monica
was by the fence
when you rode in
the driveway
are the boys about?
you asked
might be
she said
looking at you
what do you want them for?
Judo practice
you replied
getting off the bike
and leaning it
against the fence
can you teach me?
will your mother let you?
why shouldn’t she?
ask her and see
you said
looking away from her
and gazing at the fields
and woodland all about
she might if you ask her
Monica pleaded
moving nearer
her hand holding the fence
by your hand
when you’re older
you said
I’m old enough
she said
the farmhouse door opened
and her mother
put her head
out the door
the boys will be out soon
she said
do you want to wait indoors?
are you worrying
Benedict again Monica?
no just talking
is she being a pain?
she asked you
no she’s ok
you said
I’ll wait for the boys here
you said
ok then
but Monica come in
and help me prepare lunch
Monica pulled a face
like ******* a lemon
and sighing
and cursing
under her breath
followed her mother
indoors but before
she went in
the door way
she turned and blew
a kiss from the palm
of her small chubby hand
then disappeared
you caught the blown kiss
in the shell form
of your hands
and studied it
in your palm
then put it in the pocket
of your jeans
where it could evaporate
and do no harm.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
You rode the steep hill
on your bike
to get to the farm house
where Jim and Pete were
to practice Judo
in the grass about the house
or in the small hay barn
their sister Monica
was by the fence
when you rode in
the driveway
are the boys about?
you asked
might be
she said
looking at you
what do you want them for?
Judo practice
you replied
getting off the bike
and leaning it
against the fence
can you teach me?
will your mother let you?
why shouldn’t she?
ask her and see
you said
looking away from her
and gazing at the fields
and woodland all about
she might if you ask her
Monica pleaded
moving nearer
her hand holding the fence
by your hand
when you’re older
you said
I’m old enough
she said
the farmhouse door opened
and her mother
put her head
out the door
the boys will be out soon
she said
do you want to wait indoors?
are you worrying
Benedict again Monica?
no just talking
is she being a pain?
she asked you
no she’s ok
you said
I’ll wait for the boys here
you said
ok then
but Monica come in
and help me prepare lunch
Monica pulled a face
like ******* a lemon
and sighing
and cursing
under her breath
followed her mother
indoors but before
she went in
the door way
she turned and blew
a kiss from the palm
of her small chubby hand
then disappeared
you caught the blown kiss
in the shell form
of your hands
and studied it
in your palm
then put it in the pocket
of your jeans
where it could evaporate
and do no harm.
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