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Sport 35: Winter 2007



She sat at the foldout table
on the back deck,
lipstick on
playing patience
with whisky on ice.

Late morning she walked
down the grassy lakefront
with prickles and, at a distance,
lit a sly cigarette.

She hardly used the car
or went far from the house,

but I'd heard
that my grandmother learnt to drive
from an American Marine:

Twenty-one, married,
she danced all night, then
borrowed a car to get her sailor
back to port, letting him guide her hands.
Together they turned and swung.

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Later she drove alone,
pressing the accelerator with
wonder, careering magnificently
along the harbor's edge
under the stars.