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Sport 37: Winter 2009

We are allowed to visit at Christmas time (not on Christmas Day)

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We are allowed to visit at Christmas time (not on Christmas Day)

I'm on the driveway we don't go up
in a dress I never wear.
Smell the soft green lawn and warblers sing sing
to flowers, currants red and sour in the sun.
I watch them as they drink their tea.
Christmas lilies spilling pink scents.
My grandmother comes as a haze of butterflies:
it's a screen from behind which
she advances across the lawn,
concealing her net.
She wants to know everything: my cat, my kitten,
my school, my horse, my house—
she uses a particular sweet jam note
to find out about my father—aha
he's back at home
slashing the heads off thistles.