Slick as a pair of fish we sidled out.
Away from Latin and its fiendish rules,
from the old Brother flicking his cane
at us when verbs and nouns, trapped
like frantic animals, tumbled from us
so wrong we thought that he would cry.
Away from school and the cry
of boys ligging about and acting out
last night’s TV; away – just the two of us,
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