Bora born
This way that way _
Dreadlocks of bleach tie down black hairs' last show
far eastern looks on olive complexion.
A trolly on wheels, with shopping in tow
he stops by the bench to ask directions.
His girlfriend fashioned in red, black things
elegant in patience, waits by his side.
Slender over slim, curved formal thin
bundled long hair falls from the cap behind.
Those nods of yes please, increase by degrees
as language by signs, make sense of it all.
Smiles of relief almost bow down on knees
the young couple somehow, found the Cairns mall.
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© june 2006_ Nhawrr yirrpa
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This way that way _
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