Who's the ****
Reynard asks
as Yiska
walks away
her bottom
cool swaying
her grey skirt
a girl friend
I tell him
another one?
who's counting?
what's she like?
innocent
as flowers
(she wasn't
but said so
to no one)
time wasters
Reynard says
watching her
join her friends
on the grass
of the field
by the school
I watch her
different
year younger
than I was
football then?
he asks me
turning round
while there's time?
I smell her
still near me
OK then
I reply
walking on
to the game
just started
blow a kiss
back to her
she catches
with both hands
to her heart
here Benny
someone calls
throws a ball
I take part.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Who's the ****
Reynard asks
as Yiska
walks away
her bottom
cool swaying
her grey skirt
a girl friend
I tell him
another one?
who's counting?
what's she like?
innocent
as flowers
(she wasn't
but said so
to no one)
time wasters
Reynard says
watching her
join her friends
on the grass
of the field
by the school
I watch her
different
year younger
than I was
football then?
he asks me
turning round
while there's time?
I smell her
still near me
OK then
I reply
walking on
to the game
just started
blow a kiss
back to her
she catches
with both hands
to her heart
here Benny
someone calls
throws a ball
I take part.
TWO SCHOOL BOYS AND FOOTBALL AND A GIRL
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