Swallow/Wennol
Swallow
darting along bus lines, then checking back
holding the ball up like a midfielder in Bournemouth colors
fast like the currents
they realise that they have pushed too far up the field and pass back
"Ewch yn ôl y ffwl"
I called her that, the girl in the village pub
Laurie had cider with Rosie
but I had bitter with Swallow who was a real Amazon
She would be leaving soon too
Thirty years too young
back to Oxford in October.
I fell for Swallow under the falls
She couldn't speak Welsh but she teased me with
"syrth y cryf ysgeulus, saif y gwan gofalus"
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