I sat on the bank
by the pond-
or lake as Yehudit
termed it-
Yehudit lay on her back
with one leg stretched out
and the other bent
with the knee
pointing skyward
I watched dragonflies
skimming
the water's skin
then taking off
zig-zagging
then off
out of sight
that cloud
looks like a swan
Yehudit said
I looked up
looks like your mother
I said
that's not nice
she said
saying my mother
looks like a swan
it's the neck
that does it
I said
she looked at me
smiling
her neck is not
like that at all
she said
or maybe it's the beak
like her nose?
she slapped
my arm playfully
that neither
she said
now the clouds changed
I said
the swan has dissolved
or moved on
she became serious
I thought
I was in trouble
last week
she said
I gazed at her
why was that?
I was late
she said
looking at me
seriously
late for what?
dinner?
school?
lessons?
no I mean my...
you know...
my thingy
I watched
as a duck landed
on the water
and swam towards
the edge
thingy?
I said
it was green
and yellowy feathered
it had a sense
of gracefulness
as it swam
my periods
she said
and that means?
I said
turning to gaze
at her
she sat up
and sighed
I thought
I was in
the pudding club
she said
o I see
I said
taking in
her features
the brown hair
a few loose strands
over one eye
her thigh visible
where the skirt
had moved down
but I was just late
it's ok now
she said
turning on her side
back to normal
I said nothing
it was a science
beyond me
another duck landed
on the water
skimming along
like an airplane
crash landing
must be careful
she said
guess so
I said
the image
of the duck's landing
and her thigh
stuck inside
my 14 year old head.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
I sat on the bank
by the pond-
or lake as Yehudit
termed it-
Yehudit lay on her back
with one leg stretched out
and the other bent
with the knee
pointing skyward
I watched dragonflies
skimming
the water's skin
then taking off
zig-zagging
then off
out of sight
that cloud
looks like a swan
Yehudit said
I looked up
looks like your mother
I said
that's not nice
she said
saying my mother
looks like a swan
it's the neck
that does it
I said
she looked at me
smiling
her neck is not
like that at all
she said
or maybe it's the beak
like her nose?
she slapped
my arm playfully
that neither
she said
now the clouds changed
I said
the swan has dissolved
or moved on
she became serious
I thought
I was in trouble
last week
she said
I gazed at her
why was that?
I was late
she said
looking at me
seriously
late for what?
dinner?
school?
lessons?
no I mean my...
you know...
my thingy
I watched
as a duck landed
on the water
and swam towards
the edge
thingy?
I said
it was green
and yellowy feathered
it had a sense
of gracefulness
as it swam
my periods
she said
and that means?
I said
turning to gaze
at her
she sat up
and sighed
I thought
I was in
the pudding club
she said
o I see
I said
taking in
her features
the brown hair
a few loose strands
over one eye
her thigh visible
where the skirt
had moved down
but I was just late
it's ok now
she said
turning on her side
back to normal
I said nothing
it was a science
beyond me
another duck landed
on the water
skimming along
like an airplane
crash landing
must be careful
she said
guess so
I said
the image
of the duck's landing
and her thigh
stuck inside
my 14 year old head.
A GIRL AND BOY BY A POND SUMMER OF 1962.
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