This poem is taken from PN Review 87, Volume 19 Number 1, September - October 1992.
Four PoemsSWEET CONFUSION
We lay in the spring wind
on a piece of waste ground
outside your block;
inside, your babcia,
a tiny martinet with a twinkle,
scoured the flat.
Great creamy clusters
of white lilac
fringed the parking lot
and tulips blew
behind allotment wire.
We walked through silver birches
and found a country restaurant,
with a porsche outside
and a cosy dining room
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