Quiet Nights on St. Tristan’s - A Bit of Brute


A Bit of Brute


a bit older now
auburn hair
eyes the color
of the sea


a dusky rust
of sunsets
a bit of brute
and a lovely smile


recognized you
right away
“Hi” a bright smile
but didn’t call you by your name
maybe she’d forgotten it


you refreshed
her memory
“South High?
American History?”


“that’s right!” she paused
a moment


you remembered
she had a crush on you
you brushed her off
you made her upset


“waddaya meen ah’m too yoong?
How auld doo ah afta be than?”

in her Scottish brogue


you talked about
the old gang
hanging out
—the cold nights
behind the mall




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