There’s always been the two of usSince we came togetherWe’re like two peas in a podIn fair and rainy…
Documents discovered in a drawer After my Dad had died Relics of family history…
I have that type of feelingWhat is left’s not rightBefore I sailed freelyNow I feel…
Out west in the upper Blue MountainsPast Mount Victoria and the Bells Line of road…
It was the wall, and that’s not allTraced the sense of enclosureWent beyond the physicalThe…
Feeding in the morning sunChattering on the railThe king parrot always arrivesWithout fail
It may be spontaneous Or the way I walk An easing of the routine Or the way we talk.