Bora born
Perrotas' women _
For three decades he's walked this tourist fed town
from a till's street place once was his toned fine home.
Mutta lives do change with the house now long gone
to those comfy memories from time's free zone.
Cairns tropic moons from yesteryear's inner space
seed the mind with a prescience catcha thin.
Walkabouts changed to the esplanade's beat where
wash tub waves sing up lorrakeet's chattered din.
The sense of it comes how the Pier lost it's way
in a sell out of custom now sadly missed
with those yoghurt ice-creams from Wendy's parlour
flavours savoured through art galleries' quisines.
Those years have long passed as he walks the long talk
down spence street past a gallery seldom found.
Efia's art zone beckons those who pass by
come inside yupla, let your senses impound.
On a ring through his nose he floats by inside
on the semblance of ritual seeped through the air
to free the mind from the days ongoing grind
a creative release he needs to repair.
Within yarns of all yarns so seldom expressed
inner beats resume to book end this fine scene.
Efia's place rekindles patterns of mind
in a sensory portent for future backed themes.
Perrotas the last station point realised
as he makes his way up the old wooded stairs
to order a pot of hot soon cold green tea
a proper way to seal an end to the day.
“Hello , you don't remember me,” comes across
from this woman in the order free zone.
Black evening dressed formal slender over thin
graced his space with a raw beauty seldom seen.
She is Misty who worked here through all those years
when the writing was a highlight of each day.
A woman empowered within her own right
any catwalk could well be her centre stage.
Other youth filled faces float in semitones
with their voices in smiles, storied always new.
Loren fleshed out in her frangipanni light
with Yenka to inspire someone's shiralee.
He makes the loose promise to write of this night
when the art gallery mixed with the night air
for the first time in years as a long lost dream
to weave the magic art in their visits paired.
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© 4th feb 2012 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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