(for Digby Woolfe and Canberra’s route 39
which he so loved)
people meet your eye, on
the middle of the day bus
a long and longer look,
another look back,
seeing who you are, who
you might be,
and what
which seat is strategic
now, on my journey
how disabled am I,
how old
how close do I stay
how far away?
rim of earphone
sunbrown midday skin
daypack, placcy bags, a trolley,
then me of white revenant
night, Venetian masked
belined bejewelled eyes
my crochet beanie
my crooked teeth
crooked feet
he of a sudden gesture
an eternal conversation
arguments over, over
shuffling at the door
tag on tag off
the system’s not
registering
we’re catching wifis
the sigh of brakes
the monotone voice
chanting all the stops
where are the homeless women
I wonder, where?
not here
in a broken car maybe
in the passenger seat
the dash, a pillow
leaves for warmth
we stop at Civic
several takes at that pic before I worked it out...
ReplyDeleteapparently only about 6% of the homeless in Australia are on the street ...
but I have a radical plan for them all
-- LET'S BUILD THEM HOUSES!
It makes sense doesn't it!
ReplyDeleteExcellent :)
ReplyDeleteNice stuff! Your images and text always so crucial together. I love the sense of the local.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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