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Sport 39: 2011
Whiritoa
Whiritoa
There it is again: that gentle reverie,
an afternoon swept silently into place
when we weren’t looking. A book
is open on each lap, each lap is at a distance
from another, far enough to say solitude.
The silence reminds us of the absence
of an infant which reminds us of the absence
of her grandmother. The grandmother
tending to the infant reminds us of our
location: in America they say vacation.