she combed my hair flat with her
fingers
maternal and caring
the shiver I felt at her touch lingers
natural and uncaring
vernal and unsparing
a fair, quiet girl – Oh I wish I were
younger.
Once I met a quite serious scientist In the underground going east On my way to a tryst in Bayleaf They looked at me with googly eyes And ...
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