May
the Fourth be with
for
Miffy
you stood with me held me tightly by the hand
a small boy being taken to Star Wars
in town by your big sister
and her boyfriend I wore
a full round sky blue skirt
that blew up to my nose all
day
it had William Morris flowers shrunk down
like
Twisties packets we did on the school gas
heater all over it
entwined a frilly white shirt a small matching
vest my
long hair very curly I suppose I was sweetly
in place on line you were always a very cute child thick chestnut
hair and those amazing freckled eyes of many browns what they
called hazel back when people looked at
things between the
wind and
the excitement on George St it was quite the day
I fainted which was not unexpected and a thing I did in those days
my head full of bad wiring which
I grew out of then
back into a
jump cut/warp drive we are still seeing the movie and I see your grandson online
in Nowra his
laughing eyes calling down
our years we are these little whirls in time that
was
our first willy willy together alone we went on to
walk the line take off on our own sub-galactic travels
it turned out we were both Ewoks I won’t tell if you won’t
All the best are ewoks at heart. This is....glorious,and how I love the fourth.
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