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VERA


Never one for your kind of stuff,
I only had eyes
for Marilyn Munroe.
Or was it those knickers
when the wind blew her dress,
I didn't know.
You were different, of course,
straight laced; like Mrs Moyle
scattering all the kids in the corridor.

I heard you sing,
and to be honest, wasn't that impressed;
but you had guts to do what you did -
there in the firing line giving your best.

In the hot Burma night
a table with two drinks poured,
is empty now...
and with the sun dipping in the west,
only the crickets
break the sad silence...


Jarvo 2020

R.I.P.