Jane taught me
all about the life cycle
of a butterfly
about the various kinds
and colours and patterns.
That day( Saturday)
we were on the Downs
we sat on the grass
and looked out
over the surrounding
countryside.
The sky she described
as a Blackbird egg blue
and clouds like cotton wool.
She was good at
describing things
by other things.
I looked at her
sideways on
and took in
her black hair
and her structured features
and brown eyes.
Her hands were
around her knees.
She wore a summery dress
and white ankle socks.
I felt warmed
by her being so near
a smell of apples
about her.
Benny have you seen
that Lizbeth recently?
she said
(we hadn't talked
of Lizbeth for some time).
She came the other week
one Saturday
rode over on
her bike
I said.
Do you like her?
She asked.
She's all right
I didn't ask her
to come over
she just came
while I was helping
my dad saw logs
I said.
What did she want?
Jane asked.
Me I guess
I said.
Is she still after
sex with you?
Jane said.
I guess she is
but I wouldn't
you know that
I said.
Jane looked at me
I don't understand her
why at her age
does she want that?
Jane said.
No idea
I said.
We became silent
and stared straight ahead.
AWKWARD 1961
Re: AWKWARD 1961
Righteous - Thx, TerryShe was good at
describing things
by other things.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: AWKWARD 1961
awkward youth can fill many notebooks....real as rain...
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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