Home Days

And then there are home-days when little girls play and teach:
‘The First Peoples of North America’
is a card game
where I learn the dimensions
of ignorance;
there’s ‘have you heard this song?’
there’s ‘I’m done eating’
when she has not,
there’s a sudden shower
and no clothes to take in,
a dog that follows
from room to room to garden
in soft pawed accompaniment
and the hours move
by way of light-angle
and the relay of creature sound
birds, dogs and monkeys,
rats too, now and then. 
Home-days are still days
of the world moving
sun signs and must-do things
and of little girls playing
and I playing along. 

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