James Mills

Follows - Poem by James Mills

That dusty dilly-dally over Back Lane, Barn Lane and past McGreevy's blackened house, sighing in the creaking sunlight.

Your queenie allowed you three goes to my one. You wanted four; afraid to lose. We gave way once or twice to timid traffic; blunt, black motors, steered by earnest men, scanning the liquid road to nowhere.

The weight of homework and your Dad's temper lent your game a foolhardiness for which you weren't suited. You cried when I asked why your Mum didn't work any more. You knew so much - not enough. Tears came and neither of us understood.

I owned your queenie by the time we reached the pump but was told to give it back. Whatever ailed your Mum meant you weren't allowed to lose.

I kicked the flaking whitewash on the backyard wall, and grew a little older.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 14, 2005

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