Dusky Opuntia 2013
Longer days, warmer weather, a full yellow moon rising over the suburbs ≜ Hot mornings, cramped planes, familiar salt air filling lungs ≜ Eucalypt fires, a reunited family, hundreds of years of shared memories ≜ Verandah-post wisteria, midday cicadas, the winding road we take to get there ≜ Newspapers, cold beer, my father in boots on the front lawn ≜ Freshwater streams, river-washed gravel, seven people talking at once ≜ Old fireworks, the beat-up ute, walking home through the paddocks at dusk ≜ My book collection, my mother’s garden, the light that is always shining on the hill ≜