Walk Through Kale.
Walking through a field of kale
Jane in front and you following behind
brushing on your hands over
the dew damp leaves
breathing in the morning air
she looking around
in case the farmer
or one of his farmhands
sees you wander
through the tall kale
you notice she has a slight wiggle
as she walks ahead
not intentional
not like some of the girls at school
you put on the wiggling hips
to attract the boy's searching eyes
it's just a natural movement
and you watch and take in
the decisive tread she makes
maybe in fear of mouse
or just cautious of doing damage
to the kale's green stems
then she pauses and turns around
facing you and says
I come here sometimes
and sit amongst the kale
just to be alone and away
from the pressures
and eyes of others
you nod and say
it gets like that sometimes
and as you speak
your eyes move over her face
and at her eyes
and the way her hair
is neatly brushed
and her lips parted slightly
as if about to speak
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poem by Terry Collett
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