God in the Neighbourhood

 

not quite part of it/

not so much into expectations/

not the tidiest dress code/

but the kids love her (even though

some nervous parents pull them away)/

there’s something about her/

she’s one of those dancing-in-the-rain types you can’t quite

take seriously/

next she’s crying with an old tramp under Waterloo Bridge/

she radiates peace/ giddy relief/ to some/

and puts others on edge/

an inexplicable/ irritating inward itch

they can’t scratch/

that’s how she does it/

playful and tender and

not quite tame

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