Trees in the black and white faded background
Clinging together in grey clumps like
Gossipy old women apartments
Behind old and dilapidated, erected and dignified against
the mountains, steep cliffs really
you can’t really have proper mountains on
an island but they do their best
She’s sitting on a park bench
full of careless youth and high spirits
long black hair so much like my own
they say my eyes look like hers but I don’t believe it
a faint smile is it friendly
it was taken by a photographer who
stopped her in street and made her
pose for him which
I can understand
I see it in the way she looks over her
shoulder at the world
taking all she can from it
