In today’s Poet’s Corner, Rory Harris of Adelaide gives some more bygone views of suburbs, kin and childhood.
wrap
the bird, maybe
a sparrow
wrapped its claws
around the overhead line
& as kids
we would go inside
the closest house
& turn on a light
& return to the street
electric with excitement
expecting to see
a body of feathers
fall fluttering death
on a street we believed
would last forever
garden
your son & my daughters
can strip all the green
tomatoes from their bushes
in one afternoon
it takes a little longer
for your husband to leave
find a lover & move in
but only just
Rory Harris teaches at CBC Wakefield Street, South Australia.
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