Tuesday, January 22, 2013

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

1 comment:

  1. You are such a painter with your words. Even feelings become visual, unto ourselves.