Mature Student
By murray
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Mature Student.
She's trying for an A level,
Maybe next year the OU.
Just a little dream of hers.
When he comes home,
The smell of the cold in his clothes,
He looks at what she's been writing,
Taps her copybook page with his pipe.
When he bends down she can smell his breath.
Let x equal the circumference, he says
And what about that square bracket there?
That's not the way I was taught, he says.
He's poking at the cooker
She remembers she's forgotten to cook the liver.
And she feels her eyes wet.
There's a blot of tobacco juice on her page.
She marvels at how real it is
And how cold the world walks in.
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