E55

Split scenes without hidden meanings . . .

now we’re here, why not check your jacket,

straighten it a little more

or shift a shoe, I’ll wait a minute . . .

you haven’t changed that much . . .

so many flags . . . you could smooth down the dress

a little better over your knees . . . that’s right,

go ahead. . .

all those passers-by,  I have seen

thousands of them . . . I will be there,

so will you, I think, some people

should be passing each other,

an appointment won’t be

necessary . . . just leave the rest

to the gentleman of chance,

a duke whose face you’ll never

see, who in a squinting tongue

became adept at us,

a pianist with a plaster round

her little finger, ticket sales, paper,

hands water heel gate passage, milk

in a carton, did you think about that

for the first time then and there,

E55 energy . . . was it absorbed into

your thoughts, did my call wake you,

shall I turn the light off?

I went there do not remember

anything about it like you’re here now

not yet aware of what you may or

may not recall about this evening.

You were there you’ll say. That’s right,

but on that day in 1955 my memories

did not come well prepared.

Something just happened, walking and

watching, nothing more and why would you

remember that?