'What did you do at school'?
I asked.
'Drew the alphabet'
she said.
Watched her draw her name
with greatest care
in her drawing book.
You must understand her style,
feels the world as once we did,
discards sophistication,
before she even knew it.
‘R' the wrong way round
‘K’ laid on its back,
yet all made sense, watching,
saw the world as she did;
drawings on the table
signed in felt strokes
reds and blues and why not!
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