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Terry Collett
Poems
Apr 2015
YOCHANA AND MEETING 1962.
Yochana passed the maths block
along the narrow path
onto the sports field
during lunch time recess
her friend Angela
was in the WC
sorting out
some girl problem
I was sitting on the grass
looking at some boys
play ball nearby
Yochana stood over meΒ Β
and said
can I sit here with you?
I looked up
sure why not
where's your girlfriend?
she's not my girlfriend
she's my best friend
she replied
and sat down next to me
I gazed at her hair
smooth and black
and brought back
into two bunches
and her glasses
were thin wire framed
do you smile?
she raised her
thin eyebrows
why? do you only
like girls who smile?
it helps
helps how?
makes them
seem friendlier
she attempted a smile
not successfully
I looked at
the football game
why aren't you playing?
she asked
I'm not much good
they're better off
without me
so there are things
you're not good at?
I nodded
and looked at her
yes but
some things I am
and smiled
she looked away
for a few moments
you have a good profile
she looked
back at me
do I?
yes quite refined
unlike some
of the girls in class
who're like peasant stock
in contrast
she smiled
unkind to them
but true
I said
sometimes truth
will out
she put her hands
in her lap
and looked past me
at the boys
and their ball
your eyes are like
two of my
favourite marbles
she looked back at me
are they?
I nodded
yes I keep them
with me
as my good luck charms
show me
I got out the marbles
from my trouser pocket
and showed them to her
in the palm
of my hand
can I hold them?
sure
so she took them
into her small
thin hand
they're warm
came from a warm place
yes they are
like my eyes' colour
she gave them
back to me
and as she did so
I held her hand briefly
nice hand
I said
and kissed it
she took it back
and looked at it
why'd you kiss my hand?
same reason
I kissed your cheek
the other week
others might
have seen and came up
with ideas
what ideas?
well that there's
something going on
between us
and isn't there?
she sat back
and looked
around her
not like
they might think
she said
and what might
they think?
things going on
between us
what kind of things?
just because
I like you
doesn't mean
we're doing things
she said
keeping her hands
out of reach
that's true
we're not
anyway here comes
your girlfriend Angela
she's not my girlfriend
she's a friend
she got up
and looked at me
and smiled
-she could smile
if she wanted to-
and walked off
and I studied her
narrow frame
the legs
the waist
the neat behind
and thanked God
I wasn't blind.
A BOY AND ******* A SCHOOL PLAYING FIELD IN 1962
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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