dispatch and walk

when the weather is warm i like wearing
my light cotton dress                      and nothing else
it has small yellow flowers and
ends in the middle of the thigh

strolling along the air plays softly
between my legs and traces out
the undercarriage of the breasts

at an intersection i stop

and a man is having trouble with his car
that putters in uneven spasms, like
a sick animal out of breath, makes one
feel wrong not to put it down

somebody had organised for
hard rubbish to be collected in the next street:
a soiled mattress lies on the nature strip, and
an old dresser, with two drawers —

one says accessories (and all wedding rings)
the other memories (happy and sad)

when you ride on a high street tram

you miss so much    i mean compared to walking
see, there you are,
eyes fixed to your phone on route 48

now, somewhere

in the bathroom of a weather-board house
a woman sings her voice rising and falling
like wind through a keyhole

i’m not going to Nina’s i am walking to the park —
didn’t expect it did you — with the little pond
and ducks and reeds, for

even if benches tell of a debauched night and
the ruddy old man with his dog is cantankerous
the sky is always cheerful and open and forgiving

so, carrying my journal

this quiet morning over to hay’s paddock
it is nothing if not pleasurable
passing an elderly italian lady
in her dressing-gown
a paper in the driveway          magpies

11 comments

  1. I love the imagery of this. Quite well done!!

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  2. Yes…having re-read this work several times, I must say, the imagery is exquisite and evocative.

    You, Vera, have a mastery of the language and such a genius for stitching together words, phrases, and interesting structure. Unquestionably, you leave the reader with an intricate, beautiful tapestry of your thoughts and artistry. I remain…such a fan of you and your work.

    So well done (again….sorry)! 🙂

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    1. Thanks, I am looking forward to more of such warm weather when I return to Melbourne. Then I’ll be able to sit under a big tree by the brook in the local park with the daffodils.

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      1. So perfect…sounds divine. Hope you have a wonderful day!

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  3. Beautifully done!

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    1. Thank you so much. Really appreciate your time in reading my work.

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      1. My pleasure!

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  4. I LOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEE this, Vera!!! Thanks for taking us along!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. You just made my day. ❤

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      1. Yay!!! 🤗🤗🤗

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