The Wrong Green

Robert Warrington

I see you
on the flyer to Dublin
I see the way
you held your bag
in the way she held
the safety strap
I see you
in the waitress
even though
she doesn't look like you
I see you
in the strength of her legs
In her pale calf
I see the day
you forsook
your army trousers
for cut-off jeans
I hear you
in her soft vowels
I hear you
in the song
the schoolgirls sing
I hear your step
on the bridge
over the Liffey
I see your shadow
near the mangle
in George
Bernard Shaw's
backyard
I see your army green
in the post boxes
even through
they're the wrong green


© Robert Warrington

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Robert Warrington is a writer based in the West Midlands. His plays have been performed by Friction Theatre and Birmingham Rep. His poetry can be found on various websites, including The Beat, Beat the Dust, Contrary Magazine and Zygote in my Coffee.