#170 - Wollstonegrad pad

20.6.20

170

Wollstonegrad pad

as time is my witness

April in June

(what a difference a lockdown)

every home is limbwidth in

flats and sharps

I was followed by a piano, sundry strings

selection of old works and progress

green from all windows

if some days nippy, dim

echoes of was

budget deco

train came

I’d like a picture of the first day here

and see them moving in

no wi-fi at all

jazz between wars

my dad just arrived

trundles by on the rails

his English is better every day

century back

there was the shame of Mary

escaped estate

before that

who saw the sails first

wisely fled from midden

up the hill to here

where the Central Committee convenes once more

and it’s socialism in four old rooms

details bedevil
who would have thought the floor would come up?

a place to dream the bush

and it’s there – under the line

‘just footsteps’ as an agent would say

minutes to Wynyard and Chatswood

and all the smaller world

one retires to childhood

a purgative some sort

this less

in the great midst

roll on the floor

and look up to trees

do the leaf drift down

there is some craft to it yet