Autumn 1963 • Vol. XXV No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1963 |

A Family Celebration

Lewis Turco A FAMILY CELEBRATION A sly laugh dogs my fancy: grandfather, the old wag, tales off again; the children clamor and glide in bushy shadow; green grass grows all around all around under the vintage windows rose with the last of the sun. Like life-size time shrunken and drawn taut across the evening, the lawn taps out its cricket sounds. The lone girlchild raps her doldrums out on the tabletop while muzzy Aunt turns over turning forty- one, gives the women a once-over, thumbs down the thought. Who can describe it? I would if I could. The park today was ducks like sparks about the two snowflame swans burning out of blue sconces. My child had crackers and quacks-as many as she could swallow or toss; the trees had leaves thick as Moorish rugs, whose silhouettes blotted sunlight, drank it off thick banks and gravel walks. And the flowers! Bows of them, and beds massed beneath Old Glory poling it windily aloft. Yonder, the band shell, green benches applauding its rustic orchestr

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