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Return, By Virginia Hamilton Adair

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After a few centuries

we prodigals came home in August.

London lowered her skies.

The fatted calf withdrew

into sullen pasties.

People in pubs backed off.

We had lived among swine.

Only the small country churches

opened their dim doors to us

like ancient aunts.

Half-blind, they mistook us

for their lost congregations.

From “Ants on the Melon” by Virginia Hamilton Adair (The Modern Library: 64 pp., $12.95 paper)

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