I sit on the grass
of the playing field
at high school
hey Naaman
Ro says
who's the skirt?
he points over the field
at a girl
looking at me
searchingly
no idea
I say
why?
she's been gazing at you
for ages
he says
I look at her
standing there
dark hair
sad looking face
gazing back at me
I saw her in the playground
the other day
when it was beginning to rain
and I called out to her
I remember now
I say
Ro shrugs
so what?
she's just a piece of skirt
he says
how about a kick around
with a ball?
he asks
sure I’ll be there
in a minute
he goes off
with the ball
to join other boys
on the field
calling him
I watch him go
then look at the girl
she looks away
I walk over to her
hands in my pockets
put on my Elvis smile
she hesitates
as I approach
you ok?
I ask
she looks at me
her eyes are dark
as her hair
deep and warm
just looking at you
that's all
she says
nothing wrong
in looking is there?
no nothing wrong
I say
want to have a walk?
she looks at her feet
the shoes are well worn
the black faded
your fiends might not
like me with you
if you want to play
their ball game
she says
not looking at me
we can walk
no harm done
I say
she looks at me
her eyes are shy
don't know
she says
ok
I say
up to you
I begin
to walk off
wait
she says
I guess I could
walk with you
I wait for her
she comes beside me
and we walk away
from the boys
and their ballgame
and along the fence
towards the play area
with seats and benches
along the walls
I feel her nervousness
she seems tense
relax
I say
I won't bite
we walk by the wall
she says nothing
her eyes on the ground
you got any
sisters or brothers here?
she shakes her head
what's your name?
I ask
Shoshana
she replies
looking across
the playground
your is Naaman isn't it?
she says
yes
I say
how did you know?
I heard someone
call you the other day
she says
I want to touch her
feel her hand or arm
or maybe talk longer
but she seems out
of her comfort zone
and I hold back
best go now
she says
and walks off
back to the girls' area
and I watch her go
holding on
to the slight perfume
she had
I sniff it in it
breath in into me
it's not bad.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
I sit on the grass
of the playing field
at high school
hey Naaman
Ro says
who's the skirt?
he points over the field
at a girl
looking at me
searchingly
no idea
I say
why?
she's been gazing at you
for ages
he says
I look at her
standing there
dark hair
sad looking face
gazing back at me
I saw her in the playground
the other day
when it was beginning to rain
and I called out to her
I remember now
I say
Ro shrugs
so what?
she's just a piece of skirt
he says
how about a kick around
with a ball?
he asks
sure I’ll be there
in a minute
he goes off
with the ball
to join other boys
on the field
calling him
I watch him go
then look at the girl
she looks away
I walk over to her
hands in my pockets
put on my Elvis smile
she hesitates
as I approach
you ok?
I ask
she looks at me
her eyes are dark
as her hair
deep and warm
just looking at you
that's all
she says
nothing wrong
in looking is there?
no nothing wrong
I say
want to have a walk?
she looks at her feet
the shoes are well worn
the black faded
your fiends might not
like me with you
if you want to play
their ball game
she says
not looking at me
we can walk
no harm done
I say
she looks at me
her eyes are shy
don't know
she says
ok
I say
up to you
I begin
to walk off
wait
she says
I guess I could
walk with you
I wait for her
she comes beside me
and we walk away
from the boys
and their ballgame
and along the fence
towards the play area
with seats and benches
along the walls
I feel her nervousness
she seems tense
relax
I say
I won't bite
we walk by the wall
she says nothing
her eyes on the ground
you got any
sisters or brothers here?
she shakes her head
what's your name?
I ask
Shoshana
she replies
looking across
the playground
your is Naaman isn't it?
she says
yes
I say
how did you know?
I heard someone
call you the other day
she says
I want to touch her
feel her hand or arm
or maybe talk longer
but she seems out
of her comfort zone
and I hold back
best go now
she says
and walks off
back to the girls' area
and I watch her go
holding on
to the slight perfume
she had
I sniff it in it
breath in into me
it's not bad.
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