English poetry

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Name of a Tree

Some days I am Ana’s teacher, some days she is mine.
This morning, we look through her kitchen window,
The one she can’t get clean, cobwebs massed
Between sash and pane. The sky is blue-gold, almost
The color of home.
Ana, I say, each winter
I get more lonely. Both of us would like the sun
To linger as that round fruit in June, but Ana says
It’s better to forget what you used to know…

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Poem Name of a Tree - Catherine Anderson