Bora born
Ruby sunday _
Oasis on the esplanade, Sunday
morning coming down on Jenny's cafe
her vegetarian menu challenged
by baconed eggs with English breakfast tea.
Japanese girls babelfish his order
into food with orange juice and loose change
as sunshowers chase down the monsoon haze
the frangipanni breeze in yes please mode.
She arrives with grace filled with smiles, they kiss
embrace with feeling, after six years spent
in cyberspace, their humanity to
drift about the place finding common threads.
Their bodies have gravity-fed into
new comfortable cavities
of patience, tempered by exercise with
a helping hand from comfort foods last stand.
She sounds good, she looks great, a woman in
her power, comfortable with who she is.
He's retired and has always known his path
spent pre-birth memories always close by.
Stories unwind from histories recent grip
as laughter idles easily aside.
Zoned outside their space, shapes morph in and out
of existence; four hours fold into one.
They time taste in a slow walk slide toward
Abbott Street's big apple, the brolly bought
says time to go. On impulse he suggests
an evening meal at Perrotos; time waits.
French salad's shared octopus on witlof
hot smoked paprika aioli sounds
great because it is, especially when you
savour the flavours toned in idle yarns.
Tired as, they both have big days coming up
She's off to another presentation.
He's pre-polling for your rights at work, time
closes down; they stroll to the taxi rank.
Do they want to meet again; yes they do
the day is cycled, the pattern complete.
When she leaves with grace, filled with smiles, they kiss
embrace with feeling, laughter in the air.
- O -
© nov 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
morning coming down on Jenny's cafe
her vegetarian menu challenged
by baconed eggs with English breakfast tea.
Japanese girls babelfish his order
into food with orange juice and loose change
as sunshowers chase down the monsoon haze
the frangipanni breeze in yes please mode.
She arrives with grace filled with smiles, they kiss
embrace with feeling, after six years spent
in cyberspace, their humanity to
drift about the place finding common threads.
Their bodies have gravity-fed into
new comfortable cavities
of patience, tempered by exercise with
a helping hand from comfort foods last stand.
She sounds good, she looks great, a woman in
her power, comfortable with who she is.
He's retired and has always known his path
spent pre-birth memories always close by.
Stories unwind from histories recent grip
as laughter idles easily aside.
Zoned outside their space, shapes morph in and out
of existence; four hours fold into one.
They time taste in a slow walk slide toward
Abbott Street's big apple, the brolly bought
says time to go. On impulse he suggests
an evening meal at Perrotos; time waits.
French salad's shared octopus on witlof
hot smoked paprika aioli sounds
great because it is, especially when you
savour the flavours toned in idle yarns.
Tired as, they both have big days coming up
She's off to another presentation.
He's pre-polling for your rights at work, time
closes down; they stroll to the taxi rank.
Do they want to meet again; yes they do
the day is cycled, the pattern complete.
When she leaves with grace, filled with smiles, they kiss
embrace with feeling, laughter in the air.
- O -
© nov 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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