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Night Class
larrylark

People carrier slides into car park,
 1
past visitors two hour stay sign,
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lines up in disabled parking space.
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Young girl, nineteen, twenty?
 4
steps down casual smart dress,
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neat, functional, trousers pressed,
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hair scraped back, tied behind head.
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Social services? Helper? Nurse?
 8
Matter of fact, focused stride,
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looks neither left or right.
 10
In a dead straight line,
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disappears inside college of education.
 12
 
 
Five minutes pass,
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I idly listen to football match.
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She’s out, pushing young girl,
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sixteen? seventeen? In wheel chair.
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I turn commentary down,
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neither speak, not a sound.
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The vehicle door clicks open.
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Girl swiftly lifted into seat,
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Wheelchair pressed to a neat pile
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in one smooth movement.
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Car light switched on, reveals stylish interior.
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Starry dark, freezing cold,
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yet window winds down,
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Engine switched on, idling.
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Flare of a match, a cigarette lit.
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“How was it sis?
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“Shakespeare is such bliss……"
 29
 
 
“How can I compare thee to a summer rose?”
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she sighs, “You are more beautiful
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than any rose.” came the swift reply.
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Smoke swirled into starlit night,
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moon cast icy glitter on nearby path.
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Someone coughed, laughed,
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then they were gone.
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I turn the car radio back up full,
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but missed the result.
 38

24 Jun 10

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Interesting one.
 — psychofemale

Which one?
 — larrylark

you're like the littlest Ronnie, the one in the chair, aren't you?!
 — manuka

ach, i'm still not understanding it well enough!!  how could i write such a stupid thing!

sorry, of course you're not.
 — manuka

I always see myself as infintisimally tiny Mandy

Larry titch Lark
 — larrylark

This was written as observed Mandy and i suppose it is about love and art carrying us to dizzying heights

Larry looking at stars
 — larrylark

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