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| Robinson Crusoe by Isabelle Ghaneh During the island years we sat and talked a lot, didn't we each day sparkled but then the night came cold and black we watched the telly the brits say the testy the tube the potato maker in all the books I buried myself in then they all came from England I wonder why if you were on a desert island what would it feel like would you learn anything about people I mean would you look at them like moving pictures on a screen the seagulls the crawfish the turtles would you want to be one what is it like to be alive I wish I knew, I thought then I was what I was lost me shipwrecked me you were first two then ten then twelve I could paint pictures with you play Clue watch the world through your eyes since mine were blind I was deaf and dumb Helen Keller of the 80's we lived like Hansel and Gretel didn't we with that poor woman' that witch pity the poor sad witch my mad mother, dusting the sky with her broom, her venom venom always venom poor woman, poor witch when I look back at the lost years the years when you were two or ten or twelve I remember I am Robinson Crusoe and you are Friday that's not so bad even then we had will have always a beach a sea breeze a spot of color the sound of music somewhere floating overhead a song someone else is singing but we can hear we can start to hear blue sky the island years all rolled up into one big year it lasted ten years you now are two times ten plus one and I am a swimmer the best there is the best there ever was I swam off my island eight years ago my birthday it was yours too plus one day remember the one I only maybe you if you can remember (but I don't remember anything you told me) celebrate. |
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