Watching A Girl
I remember a girl who used to giggle
Ribbons in her hair, a seesaw world
Of delight when I pushed her happy
On the swing of childhood’s privacies
Dusk comes between times, leaves a relic
Of waves having ridden, receded, been rid of
Pleasures to be paid for, love to be known
And that growing too knowing to reenter again
Eight years a’ gone and I see Joanna again
And now she’s still swinging, now she still giggles
Only less demurely than in my memory.
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