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Poetry By: dadio

Tags: Boys, Girl, Bike, Riding, 1964


Submitted:Mar 6, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Monica had a sulky expression
and pouted her lips
you watched her
as you waited

for her brothers
to come out
of the farmhouse
they won't let me

come ride bikes with you
she said
but I can ride a bike
I have my own

she leaned against the fence
one foot resting
on a cross beam
it's not up to me

who goes on bike rides
you said
but you could say
you want me along

she said
you do want me
to come along
don't you?

why do girls do that?
you asked yourself
looking beyond her
to the farmhouse

hoping the boys
would show soon
she muttered

don't you?
if your brothers
are ok with it
I don't mind

you said
but they won't
say that will they?
she said

folding her arms
and giving you
the big stare
maybe if you ask your mother

they might
you suggested
seeing her lips set
in a thin line

where a smile
should have been
she'll side with them
Monica said

you're too young to ride
with the boys she'll say
Monica mimicked
in a motherly type voice

she put down her foot
from the fence
and walked toward you
you noticed she was wearing

a green dress
with flowers across
her small bust
she stood in front of you

her hands wrestling
with each other
I want to go with you
she said softly

please say yes
and they'll listen to you
you studied her features
the way she tilted her head

and the eyes
how they searched you
the farmhouse door opened
and the boys came out

excitedly getting on their bikes
and riding up toward you
run along a play Monica
Pete said

yes go play
with your doll and pram
Jim said
I want to ride with you

she said
Benedict wants me to
she added
giving you a staring gaze

no he don't
Pete said
he thinks you're a pain
in the ass

no he doesn't
she said
he said he wants me to go
Jim laughed and Pete said

sure he did
like he wants you
to kiss his ass
now go off and play

she looked at you
her eyes deepening
I don't mind
you said

she isn't coming
Jim said
now go away
or I'll call Mum

and see what she says
Monica poked out her tongue
and walked away
the boys began peddling

their bikes as you did yours
but looking back
toward the farmhouse
you saw her give

a one finger up you sign
before she went indoors.



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