Traveller

               We lived in a house near a hostel – sometimes when it was full,

               travellers camped on our lawn. One night it was raining,

               and the tent of a girl (going to Winnipeg)

               was ripped

               and leaking. My parents invited her in; they drank borscht,

               and talked about the sun. Finally

               she undressed,

               while I

               watched from the kitchen; that night I dreamt of her,

               sneaking across the floor, to open

               the door for her boyfriend,  

               her brothers.