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I have been sitting at my computer, floating away in the afternoon sun, looking at the unmowed lawn in the backyard.
It’s nice to take some time to watch without having a deadline, although the backyard looks alive and full of nippy insects.
Saturday is going too fast.
He walks constrained by a constant diet.
Every walk past the bakery caused him to whelve his love for carrot cake, doughnuts, and vanilla slices.
All whelved out on a Saturday morning, he purchases all three and sits at home looking at them lovingly.
Sun intensifying,
a banana chair in view,
work time almost finished,
the day slowly turns into night.
You whisper, “Here you go, my dear…“.
I look back and say, “Thank you, my love, for the beer…“.
We sit in the concreted shade
until the last of the daylight fades.
my puffy ankles
stiff in the humidity
yet I keep sitting
Sometimes, when she sits on the step, she thinks about places and how they connect us to memories, as does music and scent.
Her mind drifts back to the cool water of Nelson Bay and the pretty lighthouse on the hill; Connected to her sister deep in thought.
Thoughts of grey days with coffee on every corner, a European feel, and a charm only Melbourne emits; Connected to her childhood home.
Thinking about younger days with a hammer for macadamia nuts and corkscrews for coconut eyes in Mareeba; Connected to her origins.
The memories play behind her eyes as she looks at the red dirt full of cracks under the Australien sun.
C & K 