All in black - Nici’s boots with my tracksuit pants, <br />flaring like a Cossack’s, sleeveless pullover, black <br />cap, wishing I could dance the Russian Trepak, <br />stepping high in military style to the rhythms in <br />my earphones, a beat a step, feeling the world <br />reverberating to my stomping down my feet <br /> <br />I must have cut an impressive or incongruous <br />figure because one of the patrons demanded <br />my name from the librarian, everybody smiled, <br />I mysteriously replied - I am from the French <br />Foreign League - the librarian laughed - <br />marching back again, quite satisfied <br /> <br />With the effect of my resembling a Secret Agent, <br />tonight I shall march to the music playing in my <br />earphones down that long, unending hospital <br />passage to Carine’s room, putting an end to <br />my frustrated impatience when it takes so <br />many ages to reach her…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quite-satisfied/
