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Pat Boran
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Tent
Tent
Maurice has lost his virginityin a tent, or so he claims, out beyond
the new hotel with a foreign girl
who happened to be hitching through.
When the jeering has at last died down,
most of us grin, kick at the earth
or stare into the middle distance, shy
of being the first to give himself away.
That evening, like tourists on a trail
to some historic battleground, we troop
all the way out, the full mile or more
to the now famous field where the girl is
long since gone, though yes there does appear
to be a faint impression in the grass:
rectangular, for all the world like a door
and big enough for a man to pass through.
© 2007, Pat Boran
From: New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Dedalus Press, Dublin
From: New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Dedalus Press, Dublin
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Maurice has lost his virginityin a tent, or so he claims, out beyond
the new hotel with a foreign girl
who happened to be hitching through.
When the jeering has at last died down,
most of us grin, kick at the earth
or stare into the middle distance, shy
of being the first to give himself away.
That evening, like tourists on a trail
to some historic battleground, we troop
all the way out, the full mile or more
to the now famous field where the girl is
long since gone, though yes there does appear
to be a faint impression in the grass:
rectangular, for all the world like a door
and big enough for a man to pass through.
From: New and Selected Poems
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