I can’t quite remember
the first time we met.
Think it was when she
sought my opinion
outside the weekend show
of the “Apollo”.
Asked questions one at a time,
yet I ignored her open face,
didn’t respond. Wish
I hadn’t done that,
was just another survey.
Slowly I walked away,
thinking about my stride,
then turned at street end,
my ease some paces behind.
Wasn’t easy to doubletrack
back into her vision.
I thought I needed
to know her then,
somehow wanted her embrace
and recognition.
Now after all these years
I wonder at the impulse
behind the motive.
