Sport 31: Spring 2003
JO AITCHISON
JO AITCHISON
Snow White
You walk uphill,
check for ice
under rubber
oles—the black
kind, you're told, appears
suddenly. The children
laugh into orange
gloves, a girl touches
your coat-arm, asks, ‘Where
do you live?’ The crow
calls hah! hah!, flies
to the tip
of a power pole. Beside
a Buddhist cemetery snow-
dusted trees
stand like friends
in a carpark.
You crunch by
the path, fumble
in the coat, locate
the heart, get down
on your hands & knees
& push it deep
into the roadside snow.
The English Lesson
she wants to eat
chocolate in her bright
green net stick
stars to the walls
of a heart-shaped
room this girl
wants to be
pretty fly in planes
but not
with friends
this boy wants
to drive taxis
to the moon
sing English songs
with big rude
words you ask
it easy for you
to be happy? he looks
out from nuder
his straight black
finge no
it's not easy
for me to be
happy he says