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All Work and No Play
Brother and sister, teasing, playing,
Refined English accents grating against
The scene. These acacia trees swaying
Aren’t ours anymore, though of course something
Remains.
Like colonised minds, naturalised with
A more earthy tinge, and European
Pallor around a pool.
And yet who cares? For play is play,
Brother’s strength and sister’s guile
Accompany that thrill of the worthwhile.
Poolside play, with ball in hand, and then its
Naturally unnatural thwock-and-splash
And lash of water chlorinated.
Screams of delight, and jumps and dives,
And later (I assume) the Dutchmens’ cries.
Or are they Finnish?
