A man with amazing boots is on the tram, as the tram sits by Eureka Street, full of peak hour gold diggers.
This morning a little boy is childhood’s hot air balloon, his mother says “sit down” but he’s rising up to the heavens
A loved Aunt’s birthday she’s gone, but not wiped from Facebook’s birthday reminders- Eternity in the cyber world. I sit in a Melbourne cafe, and David Bowie’s ‘Sound and vision’ plays. A thousand images, the beautiful eyes of the waitress, the cries of a baby. Upon arriving, sliding into the cushioned booth, next to my friend eating his fish soup…
I spotted the spotted bird lying dead in the gutter,
perhaps it flew too high.
I wanted to cry, but only the wind brought the tears to my eyes.
I was followed around the oval by twin puppies.