You,Yehudit,
were at the bus stop
waiting for the school bus
with your sister;
I was waiting too
amongst other kids,
in wintry weather,
which made the wait
far too long.
I looked at you
standing there,
huddled
in your green
raincoat and hood,
hands in the pockets,
you watching
the beginning of rain,
your eyes,
bluey green,
stared out,
as raindrops passed.
When the school bus came
we clambered aboard
and took our seats.
I sat with Goldfinch
near the back,
you sat at the front
with your sister,
near the driver.
Goldfinch talked
of football
and his favourite team;
I looked at you
at the front,
next to your sister,
wishing it was me there,
beside you,
elbow to elbow,
talking away,
having things to say,
eye to eye gazing,
but I was at the back,
with Goldfinch,
in love with you,
my boy's heart
blazing.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
You,Yehudit,
were at the bus stop
waiting for the school bus
with your sister;
I was waiting too
amongst other kids,
in wintry weather,
which made the wait
far too long.
I looked at you
standing there,
huddled
in your green
raincoat and hood,
hands in the pockets,
you watching
the beginning of rain,
your eyes,
bluey green,
stared out,
as raindrops passed.
When the school bus came
we clambered aboard
and took our seats.
I sat with Goldfinch
near the back,
you sat at the front
with your sister,
near the driver.
Goldfinch talked
of football
and his favourite team;
I looked at you
at the front,
next to your sister,
wishing it was me there,
beside you,
elbow to elbow,
talking away,
having things to say,
eye to eye gazing,
but I was at the back,
with Goldfinch,
in love with you,
my boy's heart
blazing.
A BOY AND GIRL ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL IN 1962.
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