From Rob Schackne's photo 13/11/18
you
there just beyond the door
white-lit
quiet in the tyre screeching country
Friday night of
burnouts we are in
the outskirts colourbond
creeping up
to oust the fading pickets of the past
and I
am just as smitten as a girl at any time
attracted stupidly as moths to the light
above your door which
should telegraph
he is out he is off having fun
elsewhere go home
and like the moths those collections of dust
I should be night-pollinating but I just cling
hang on in there gal
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