[Blue-denim girl][28th April 1978]

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Blue-denim girl

Blue-denim girl, the window-seat's

For looking, but your stare

Sees nothing: scene, nor seer.

Grey glass reflects a face

Whose inward-wondering eyes

Gaze from the sliding clouds, from moving trees,

The windows of small houses and large cars.

There's no content in these, no rest:

No certainty, no goal, nothing to grasp.

There is my life, blue-denim girl; and where is yours?

The train stops; and you leave, and slam the door,

And swing your crumpled yellow carrier bag

Beyond my sight. The train moves on –

A blue car racing us along the road:

A moderate, medium, four-door tin-plate car,

In which your husband drives you home – your home

And his, and children yet to be, and theirs....

Out on the crazy paving we shall sit

One evening, you and I, and feel the Sun,

Discuss the weather – whether you and I

Can change, or change all this.

Oh, I know you well, blue-denim girl,

And all your mind – your fears:

The endless shifting boredom of your days,

The just-discovered nature of the trap.

Blue-denim girl, I love you! Is it for this

We waste away our lives behind dull glass?

Is it for this I blunt perception?

Is it for you, and yours, I damp this flame?

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