Poetry in the Park
Piet has been asked to 'look into' a poetry group meeting in a park, which includes a student of his. This is a chapter in book DLC41. On arrival in the park, I don’t even have to look for the group. I’m sure that I just have to follow a ray of light to find Huggy modestly covered in her tresses, but I can already see a very well-loved van that may as well have ‘student’ as a number plate (or ‘hippy’). Two other cars screamed ‘penniless student’ & one could have been ‘daddy’s little girl’, or I could be reading too much into it. The car park wasn’t as full as I expected. Track from there to the lake’s edge, avoiding the too-obvious picnic table. Dreadlocks must be the van’s owner. Wispy blue hair is his life-partner. If the van was hers, then it would be pink, & he would be a she. That’s not pigeon-holing (bad expression), but the voice of experience. This is a boy-van. Boy-vans have girls. Girl-vans have girls. I am yet to see any other combination. Damn. There goes ...