She hated gym except on days
when rain kept them indoors
to learn English Country Dancing
paired with another girl, hand in
hand, one body following another
and there was no need for showers
afterward, no exposing her flat chest
to public assessment. She had not
yet guessed at any benefit from
an all-girls school, but fallow soil
and seed were joined already,
waiting for miracles. Which we
now in middle age will harvest
naked, sweaty, music loud and
laughter brash. I have loved her
long before we met. We were
those shy girls together.
© Maggie Jochild, 10:16 a.m. on 20 August 2011
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