Factory Girls
Summer, late afternoons
and winter’s icy cold evenings I would wait
as they would pour out of the now open gate,
all the factory girls
and I waiting,
. . . waiting for you to finish work
then follow you home
furtive and unnoticed
by you and your friends,
. . . just to watch you walking,
just to glimpse your face, how beautiful you were
with your dark eyes and your blushed cheeks,
you always walked like you were dancing, or skipping
flicking back your bobbing hair,
along the crowded streets I watched you waving and calling good-night to your friends
as they drifted away one after another
till only you remained,
and then, I would catch up with you with a casual . . . Hello!
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