And we're in line
for school dinner
and the trestles
have been set up

for the purpose
and Fay
is in front of me
in the line up

and I smell
a scent flower like
fresh and rewarding
after sitting

next to Dennis
most of the morning
in class
her hair is fair

and almost blonde
and down
to her shoulders
there are two

yellow ribbons
holding the hair
in bunches
I study

I sniff gently
not loudly
not taking
a pig's sniff

but just
an intake of breath
of a sniff
and she moves

along the line
and I move
after her
and her hands

are white
and the fingers delicate
and the nails
filed and neat

and she's shy
and turns and says
can we talk
after dinner?

sure we can
I say
taking in her
blue eyes

and the lips
and God I think
how is it
that my

11 year old
brain and eyes
are feasting on
her 11year old being

as such
I don't know
no more than I know
why flowers die

then bulbs come
or why my
great grandmother
dies and that's it

and she turns back
to the dinner lady
and the woman says
two ***** of potato

or one?
peas? carrots?
she nods her head
and says

one ball please
and then moves on
with her plate
and I face

the woman and say
all that I can have
and she looks at me
with her dark eyes
and sighs.