Benedict picked small stones
from the bombsite; Janice
watched him standing just
to one side.
Wonder how he knows
which stone is right.
She gazed at his quiff of hair;
at his coloured patterned jumper;
his blue jeans.
How do you know which stone
fits your catapult?she asked.
He let a stone bump up and down
in his palm. I just know, he said.
He studied her standing
in her pink cardigan
and white dress;
a red beret on her head.
Want a go
on my catapult?
he said.
She wasn't sure.
It looked dangerous.
He took his catapult
from his back pocket
and showed her how
it went and hit
a tin can off the wall.
Janice watched
the tin can fall.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
Benedict picked small stones
from the bombsite; Janice
watched him standing just
to one side.
Wonder how he knows
which stone is right.
She gazed at his quiff of hair;
at his coloured patterned jumper;
his blue jeans.
How do you know which stone
fits your catapult?she asked.
He let a stone bump up and down
in his palm. I just know, he said.
He studied her standing
in her pink cardigan
and white dress;
a red beret on her head.
Want a go
on my catapult?
he said.
She wasn't sure.
It looked dangerous.
He took his catapult
from his back pocket
and showed her how
it went and hit
a tin can off the wall.
Janice watched
the tin can fall.
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