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Fishing & a 12 year old Girl

A message in the playground  
top secret on crumpled paper:  
Meet me  
at the 'Splash' on Saturday  
 
She came  
wearing white school socks  
pulled up to below the knee  
and it surprised me  
how wise she seemed  
 
She knew the names of seven fish  
so I realised  
not every girl in my school  
could be stupid after all  
 
She talked a lot and smiled,  
squirming one foot  
against the other  
hiding muddy shoes  
 
I would have polished them  
with spit if she'd asked  
mutual worship  
banishing remnants of shame  
 
I showed her  
how to set a worm on a hook  
and she wasn't scared  
to walk through the woods  
 
It didn't matter  
she was slightly taller,  
it sort of felt good  
knowing fishing was just an excuse  
 
And then we were running,  
late home for tea  
obsessed with different directions  
that first kiss in a clearing  
and the taste of sunlight  
still roaring in our ears  
 
I prayed no-one had seen  
made her swear  
she'd never tell  
not a single living soul  
about the terrible thunder  
jumping that day  
in our hearts  
 
But the Devil  
was out of the bag  
and maybe God was angry too  
because for some reason  
as yet unexplained  
we didn't speak again  
 
about the biggest fish  
I never caught.
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 20th Sep 2012
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