ecclectica

i want to tell

by Mary Anne Lamy

i want to tell
percy an old barnardo boy
night games under red moons
& deep ditches three times me
sitting on yellow clay banks
with shane star gazing as he
tells me which & i   gazed him
hot summer days hard storms
& rain barrel baths
putting on my oak lake suit
running out to drink the sky
carreening down the ditch up
one side down the other as fast
as i could go seeing myself
running & running quicker

i dont want to remember bad
ill tell the good first
which will stiffen me with
smiles remember whens & good tears
so that if the bad comes
i can stand it