Sitting alone. Am seeing too much ……..
Outside the window ….. all the promise of Spring
In people who appear to be going somewhere
And couples who do not need to go anywhere –
Playing with brown babies in sun-suits
Or strolling arm in arm to church with summer hats.
Or non-communicating matrimony,
The new car’s first outing to the Sunday sea.
These seem to be enough to cover over the cracks.
Will last year’s little girls come running,
Roller skates clasped tightly ?
They will come in the likeness of Mary Quant
Hand in hand with the men of tomorrow.
Portsmouth Spring 1966