By the Pond II
So here I stand by the pond, Peer into the murky green Where my beloved ghosts live on. One love in every verse, And others go unsaid. May this crudeness be forgiven. Monica Deep down at the bottom, The little coal-haired girl With sea-blue eyes Lived in my heart alone My made-up girl Made-up friend Elisabeth Village mayor’s baby girl Her wild red hair stirs the waters As she rides her giant horse Across the depths of the pond Monica actual On the first day of school She smithereened my blue glass gift And my minute soul To eye-coloured shards Grit First long kisses from The ash-haired girl with her Bewildering scent of cedarwood. Asterix was better. I was eleven. Gitti Strong and relentless Adolescent love and pain and love For half a decade we taught each other How to make our bodies sing. Beate And then 3000 miles away, Proud and beautiful, She bore me a daughter I was young. Too young