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JANICE AND YOU AND THE EVENING STARS.

You sat on the edge

of the low wall

in Rockingham Street

opposite Meadow Row

 

Janice sat beside you

in her red beret

and black coat

buttoned up

 

to her throat

against the evening chill

and you

in your cowboy hat

 

and old coat

with your 6 shooter

(capped gun)

in the inside pocket

 

the sky is thick with stars

Janice said

looking upward

like God threw small diamonds

 

into the black expanse

reminds me of the time

You said

when I was with my old man

 

outside Guy’s Hospital

and he left me outside

with my sister

while he went in

 

to see my mother

who was about to have babies

and I looked up

at the sky that evening

 

and it was like that

and it seemed

so big and wide

and I remember thinking

 

how I could get lost there

if I were a spaceman

looking out

of the spaceship window

 

at the stars

and moon and such

I could have been with you

Janice said

 

and have got you

food and drink for the voyage

I don’t know

You said

 

girls don’t get to go

on space voyages do they?

I guess not

she said sighing

 

but maybe

I could be the first to go

she added smiling

sure you could

 

but not with your red beret

You said

she laughed

and looked up

 

Meadow Row

at the street lamps

and the glow they made

on the pavements

 

and narrow road

and she pointed

at some kids

outside the public house

 

half way up the road

and said

Gran wouldn’t leave me

outside a pub like that

 

while she went drinking

you gazed up the road

and saw the kids outside

one in a pram

 

one sitting

on the low wall

eating out

of a packet of chips

 

my mother said

it happened a lot

in her days

when she was a kid

 

but she never was

You said

Janice tucked her hands

under her armpits

 

to keep them warm

against the evening cold

I better go

she said

 

Gran will wonder

where I am

ok

You said

 

I’ll walk you back

and so you both

got off the wall

and walked up

 

Rockingham Street

to where she lived

with her gran

in an upstairs flat

 

and she blew you

a kiss from the balcony

and that

was pretty much that.

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terry-collett
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Feb 4, 2013
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