Elizabeth and Mary
You wait and wait
for the moment (they say)
you can’t face milk in tea.
Long past caring it happens,
and the inevitability of it all
propels you into discomfort and pain
. . . then this girl you taught last year
smiles at you in the street.
You suddenly know she is enceinte,
and so surprised by her passion,
a dream no less: innocence blessed.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
Elizabeth and Mary
You wait and wait
for the moment (they say)
you can’t face milk in tea.
Long past caring it happens,
and the inevitability of it all
propels you into discomfort and pain
. . . then this girl you taught last year
smiles at you in the street.
You suddenly know she is enceinte,
and so surprised by her passion,
a dream no less: innocence blessed.
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