Just Another Poem

O what a time we had, we had a time of it didn't we, you in your stripy flouncy dress and pink kneed splendor, and I dragging a foot behind you, as callow and unrisen as a half-baked pudding. We between us had the blindly brilliant knowledge, of everything not worth knowing. We had textbooks and crayons, to color bluer an already blue sky. Our heads held high, in the fancy hats of headlong youth. God, I loved the smell of you, not your dabs of perfume, but the buttercup musk of you. That afternoon I played rugby, while you watched your bruised hero, galumph and totter all over a muddy field. God was kind to us wasn’t he, he made every chicken dinner sunny-side-up, he tinted our eyes with a simple wonder for a while, didn’t he? Can I love you again, just for a moment, love us both in this dumb poem, that I hope speaks for everyone at least once.