jumbled sewing basket, green and white wicker:
of reading! coloured threads and gilded, too;
strange bits of tulle, and on the underside,
sunset lamé, and pinking shears, if you want
to get fancy. silks from the first fairytales,
a spool of dreaming...
summer brocades and thimbles from the fairy haunts,
Grandmother said. cathedral floss and something
lost and patches from your mother's dresses,
loveliest of all: sprigged lavender, tangerine or rosy.
chocolate bars and ruby delicious apples.
(they're from the cupboard, stenciled in
Pennsylvania Dutch, I wished, quickly, in pink and green
with lemon rick-rack) .
is that too much description said the teacher, gently-
dressed in her leading questions, back-to-back.
you didn't know my Grandmother, did you?
I said, mysteriously, hummingbird-sipping
my fizzing coke.
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