Yehudit looked back
at Benedict-
at the back
of the classroom
more with
that boy Rolland-
but he looked elsewhere.
Something the boy showed.
Titter of laughter.
Miss G, the teacher,
looked at them.
Clapped her hands.
Her bespectacled stare
silenced them.
Yehudit looked back
to the front, the blackboard,
something written
on Beethoven's life and music.
Miss G walked in front
of the class
talking of the last
string quartets.
Yehudit thought
of Benedict and her
by the pond
the previous day.
Sun warm upon them
as they sat on the grass.
She talked of the ducks
and swan and the heron
that landed nearby.
He listened,
but thought of kissing
and holding or so
he later said.
Miss G put on a record
of a string quartet.
Yehudit looked back
and Benedict smiled
and that made her day
and she never heard
the string quartet
of Beethoven
as it played away.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Yehudit looked back
at Benedict-
at the back
of the classroom
more with
that boy Rolland-
but he looked elsewhere.
Something the boy showed.
Titter of laughter.
Miss G, the teacher,
looked at them.
Clapped her hands.
Her bespectacled stare
silenced them.
Yehudit looked back
to the front, the blackboard,
something written
on Beethoven's life and music.
Miss G walked in front
of the class
talking of the last
string quartets.
Yehudit thought
of Benedict and her
by the pond
the previous day.
Sun warm upon them
as they sat on the grass.
She talked of the ducks
and swan and the heron
that landed nearby.
He listened,
but thought of kissing
and holding or so
he later said.
Miss G put on a record
of a string quartet.
Yehudit looked back
and Benedict smiled
and that made her day
and she never heard
the string quartet
of Beethoven
as it played away.
A SCHOOL GIRL IN 1962 AND A BOY AND BEETHOVEN'S STRING QUARTET.
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