STANDING BESIDE FAY ONE SATURDAY.

a girl and boy one saturday in 1950s

It was Saturday morning
and Fay stood beside you

on the balcony of the flats
looking over the Square

she pointed at the baker
and his horse drawn cart

down by the wall below
my daddy says he’s Jewish

she said
those who asked

for the death of Christ
you followed the baker

as he made his way to the stairs
carrying his bread basket

I don’t think he was involved
you said watching the baker

until he disappeared up the stairs
she looked right over the balcony

gripping the brick wall
with her hands

I don’t think he’s Jewish at all
she said letting her feet

drop back on the floor
and it doesn’t matter if he is

I think he’s a nice man
she added

looking at you
with her bright blue eyes

and you gazed at her
standing there

her flowered dress
colourful and coming

just below her knees
her battered sandals

having seen
better days

and her fair hair
tied into a ponytail

at the back
she looked over

the balcony again
I like to feed his horse

with sugar cubes
I get from home

she said thoughtfully
you lean over the balcony

beside her
your elbow touching hers

the pulse of her being
vibrating into your arm

you imagine
don’t your parents mind

you taking their sugar?
you asked

she looked guiltily away
they don’t know

she said softly
daddy would punish

if he knew
she paused and then said

you won’t tell them will you?
the baker came along

the balcony behind you both
whistling happily

of course not
you said

taking in her
trembling jaw line

her blue eyes
and her lips slightly open

her words gone
it’s a nice day  

the baker called
yes

you both replied
I don’t think he’s Jewish

she said
anyway.