A fire hydrant Gushing forth Into the street Stopping traffic Emergency Meanwhile little feet Paddle flippantly Rush too much To drink Pushing through Excitedly Making rainbows Underneath As tiny popstick Sailboats Race and chased Endlessly
From the early hours As sun peeps over To see me smiling As I cast over Another line By line Throw over My shoulder Waiting for The smallest bite When thoughts caught Kiss to release Free from my hands She has the sea The one who's hooked Is me
Some would prefer to be Locked in a warm embrace Holding hands on Summer's day Dressing up for a parade
Underneath veneer new love Springs to mind the perils of Weighing strangers with a thumb Viewed through tiny window
Only thing to weigh my mind The thought of you riding Over mountains, rivers, coastlines Scenery found by your thighs
All the heartache, sweat and tears Over so many years Devoting nature's wisdom To so many ears
Keeping so very busy With thoughts of making plans Though there's never any demand Greater love in absent fan
‘Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is he, laugh kookaburra laugh kookaburra, gay your life must be.‘ ~ Australiana song by Marion Sinclair
I visited your beach While you were away Took a seaheart home From underneath the waves I also received your dose Of cinnamon sugar skin Salty lips and ocean hair Wished that you were there But you were afterall Maybe we could meet Under the waves One day
Peculiar how we save a face In our memories Some change Some stay One could remain Just a passerby In the grocery aisle But instead became Ingrained in our hearts The eyes, lips, soft lines For a time Then painstakingly returns To its place again Passing us by Gathering supplies To meet with other faces Besides mine A nod, a smile A backstep out The revolving door Of our lives