Bora born
People eye _
One year spun out past Perrota's restaurant spread
his vacant seat now filled on shield's and abbott.
Camomile tea serves up rememberance of till's
street's nightly circuits into town, walk away.
Rain e come, open aired this space, streets peopled
up, now peopled down in nightly ritual.
Tourist towns sputter, so sad the music's gone
with the reef, polyps in distress, all moved on.
- O -
© 12th nov 2017 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
his vacant seat now filled on shield's and abbott.
Camomile tea serves up rememberance of till's
street's nightly circuits into town, walk away.
Rain e come, open aired this space, streets peopled
up, now peopled down in nightly ritual.
Tourist towns sputter, so sad the music's gone
with the reef, polyps in distress, all moved on.
- O -
© 12th nov 2017 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
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