Thursday, February 08, 2007

Evelyn

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Evelyn
smartly dressed,
one of the few in black,
with big
white cuffs

we
didn’t really
speak
but we
had a polite hug
outside the crematorium
where the wind
came warm off the marsh

she met
us there
with her side of the family
their
trousers blowing
in the warm wind

but later
at home
with the buffet
I did not
eat
she touched me,
she ran
her hand
down my side
as she went
past
into the kitchen

that touch
spoke more
to me
than the words
I heard
in the kitchen
that made me
go into the garden
Ford Dagenham

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