(A composite observation).
~
I study the schoolgirl
the one with the nervous gait
in the short, pleated skirt
and incredible thighs,
her eyes, dark enough
to frighten the crows
piano key teeth
wearing thin ballet shoes,
school blazer billowing
mane all over the place
slips into a Qashqai
always driven by mum,
My mindless reverie
all thirty seconds each week
I muse ‘68 once again on repeat.
*
© Graham Sherwood 03/2020
grahamrichardsherwood.co.uk 
Just of hint of Lolita here Graham. If you remove desire from the equation It becomes just a study. To be human is to be in a maelstrom – age doesn’t necessarily resolve it but it does offer a retreat! The poem really is a social comment on a commonplace event but I liked it!
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Always useful to have my wife sitting next to me on the school run!
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