The only milk bar left
is up Dairy Lane
on the hill in the Catholic side
where the gravel road
runs beneath flowering grass trees
their creamy spikes
sway a cartoon hula
they made a footpath
at Wishart Street
but only a few metres long
people wrote in it before setting
things like
Johnno, dog paws, ring this number for sex,
even an old Foo.
By the culvert in the dip
the caviar piles of yabbies
speak of other things
like the dark in chocolate
the smell of a barbecue
and how the best moments
are always falling
where the years
just step aside.
and stand
ReplyDeleteall paws
tongue
tail
to catch
The best moments are falling where the years just step aside
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ReplyDeleteI'd unshred
Old Foo
first
he missed
his best years