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The rush hour trains pass, packed in yellow light,
Electric eels slithering North
On the first evening of spring.
Fleecy cotton clouds still warm the earth
As impatient shoots part their yellow lips
To exhale & patch the polluted air.
In this small enclave sloping South,
A young woman in jeans sways & walks a little black dog,
Two schoolboys slouch across the road,
Bags hanging louche from their shoulders.
A middle aged lady with bitter lines
Down each side of her face watches them
From her verandah, unpicking the years with foxy eyes.
Posted on February 7, 2012 at 11:19 2 Comments 2 Likes
Eight of my friends have died or are dieing in the last year. This includes some I grew up with in Broken Hill, some of the 'generation of 68', some that I just knew. Good people, not so good but good fun, bad people that I loved just the same. Seems like it's time to think about it.
The last time i was seriously ill was when I…Continue
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Hello Rae and welcome to the Sydney Poetry social site.
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Ha! That would be the day - R.D.Jones moderated.
Hi Rae tried to upload a photo of myself in my hat! ah well, shall maybe be wearing next time we meet - dunno may work
lots happened/ing since last we spoke. Saw Helen in a supermarket a year ago, so had some update including the logistics of large musical instruments. Will post some poems to fill in the gaps.
Yes, Picaro Press puts out a great little product, and so consistent.
so energetic & dedicated.
Hey Rae, let's go for a picnic again with the Cockatoo gang, to the Sydney Biennale in June
Good to see you too, Rae, and yes, now we know always carry a poem in your pocket!! :-) Richard
yup - but I can always wheel out Dracula...
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