A thin girl in a turquoise top Looks at me and smiles Or maybe she is smiling at her boyfriend’s joke Or the lopsided sign behind me Or maybe she is gazing Into the middle distance of her memory And recalling the time Her mother fell and was caught By a clown in a spotted smock
We are sitting at the Canadian Bar On the Left Bank of the Seine Just round the corner From where Picasso painted Guernica
And Jill looks over my shoulder And, seeing the opening lines, writes in my book Does she want my fish For a sandwich then? And I laugh and say, Fish? A fish sandwich? And Jill laughs too And says no – fist!