Bora born

Meeting ted williams _

Stand in line
mutta find
the checkouts
are loaded.
Look about
without doubt
her skin so
perfect and
light coloured.

Honey shade
she was made
full of life
and focused.
Radiant
so repent
her life force
pulsing to
be noticed.

Next in line
bides his time
with small talk
while they wait.
She finds out
there's no doubt
he's looking
for a mate.

So she turns
while he burns
and goes the
other way.
Best it seems
in his dreams
he knows now  
what to say.

Next in line
me he finds
who else then
to chat with.
I know you
yes it's true
you are the
metal smith.

He asks how
small talk now
which way I've
been living.
Tell him straight
of my fate
and five years
bush living.

Then my turn
to then learn
he's come down
from the cape.
Also found
he's bush bound
near mapoon
mining clay.

So we chat
ears pinned back
all in line
now listening.
To bush tales
without fail
that bond these
mens' meeting.

Then they say
their hooray
no secrets
on display.
Shaking hands
silence lands
before their
next good day.


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© Oct 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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