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Sport 18: Autumn 1997

The Old Neighbourhood

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The Old Neighbourhood

I remember a salt breeze,
Ice-creams and heat and an old tearoom
With gingham tablecloths.
The houses have stayed put—repainted, repeopled.
And what of the new claddings
And glossy chocolate sills?
People die in houses.
Houses outlive their sober human guests.