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postcards

for David


back along the road
slit eyed into the black morning
turning the wheel through white lined
gaps until the country opens as a spread of hands

the wide sky relaxing
in the hum of hardwoods

to the neon flash glamour on a stick
glass & concrete the Paris end wet & slick
the pavement slides under foot

French & purposeful runny eggs
& only one of us is fluent enough to get the best seat

the dim sim sun
breaks through a crust of sky
the street’s hustle
of deal or no deal hanging together like dripping baskets
the walls speak a menu’s script

beer shopping in supermarkets is still a novelty
the one more cigarette before bed
in a few hours the all-day breakfast

wall to wall trams
wall to wall books
the gallery’s lighting is industrial & warm
outside is the wool wrap dust of a strip Thursday night cold

Pride for Hipsters
is too good not to write down

past the monuments of pubs where we held your wake
& moments of eulogy
a bus ride across borders for a cousin who died young

here it is hipster cool a sky of tears
your beard was always in need of a trim
you didn’t live long enough for skinny jeans
your style was blanket checks across your shoulders
after abandoning a life time of cigarettes
you kept warm at the damp end of student housing

A free beanie with every purchase
would have inspired you to buy something in this ANZAC week
revisioned more times than my father’s pleated flannels
his medals in the drawer above

& you would have stopped at every bric-a-brac shop
from here to kingdom come
as the town’s chill blows out breath at four in the afternoon

the sun is lost to the splintering of kindling
the red gum ran out years ago

between the scented soap shops
on this dog leg street
a cold prick of wind on stubbled cheeks

I hope you are wearing your beanie



Rory Harris teaches at CBC Wakefield Street, South Australia