North Fitzroy, 2001

Those city nights in summer when we were young

and married and had no kids, we strolled through the park

to the video store, stood in the supermarket

reading the flavours of icecream, or we’d go for pizza,

walking past bridal gowns and the jewellery store

then home again, eating dinner on our knees in front of the television

(always something on we could bring ourselves to watch)

later we sat on the front step across the road from the park

dreaming up baby names, our eyes growing bright in the dark