Today does not define

My relationship with you – 

Forty years of haphazard

And chance encounters 

Sums us up much better.

Images of me inside 

Your cultural belly.

The Beechworth bakery, 

Tulips in spring,

Queer film festival,

Second hand books.

Motels and brown bricks,

Road signs to Weeroona

A footy oval.

Trucks and holdens.


Today is one 

That won’t make it 

To my fond memories 

Of your fine soul.

Categories: Poetry

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