John is on the playing field
with other boys,
says Sheila,
I am too shy
to talk to him now;
I watch him
from a distance
by the wire fence,
my nerves on edge
wanting him alone.
Other girls pass me by
on to the field;
they giggle and laugh
loudly on their way.
I watch him
as he sits and talks,
take in his gesturing
hands and laughter.
I saw him that time
in the playground
when it rained
and the sun shone
and he said about
a monkey's wedding.
I think of him often
in the day: from early dawn
until bed at night.
He is alone now,
the other boys
have gone,
I hesitate to walk
to where he sits;
my nerves are taut
and still I wait;
he rises
and walks away:
too late.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
John is on the playing field
with other boys,
says Sheila,
I am too shy
to talk to him now;
I watch him
from a distance
by the wire fence,
my nerves on edge
wanting him alone.
Other girls pass me by
on to the field;
they giggle and laugh
loudly on their way.
I watch him
as he sits and talks,
take in his gesturing
hands and laughter.
I saw him that time
in the playground
when it rained
and the sun shone
and he said about
a monkey's wedding.
I think of him often
in the day: from early dawn
until bed at night.
He is alone now,
the other boys
have gone,
I hesitate to walk
to where he sits;
my nerves are taut
and still I wait;
he rises
and walks away:
too late.
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