Look at these
I show her
in my palm
three marbles
blue and green
and one red
Helen pokes
with finger
turns over
and over
then she stares
through thick lens
of glasses
at the shades
of colours
beautiful
she tells me
standing back
her enlarged
girly eyes
look at me
I then move
the marbles
from my palm
to pocket
of my jeans
can I hold
one of them?
she asks me
sure I say
and get one
and place it
in her palm
a small palm
delicate
like a pink
rose petal
the marble
seems a gem
to her eyes
she moves it
with finger
round and round
red and pink
becoming
almost one
in her palm
she smells it
she rubs it
beautiful
she utters
you keep it
I tell her
as a gift
she lifts her
teary eyes
upon me
you mean it?
she mutters
sure I say
she kisses
the marble
and puts it
in the small
dress pocket
and leaves it
to nest there
like an egg
then we walk
slowly up
Meadow Row
to get chips
from Neptune's
for lunch time
to eat on
the bomb site
and I wish
as we walk
I was that
red marble
resting there
in the green
dress pocket
lying there
all unseen.
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