#964 - the move

 

 

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the move

 

there is so little of that house

of that day

 

a winter dark

arrived

we’d never left

 

had the bright of time to be

a shilling was ten cents

 

those crooked steps

to trip up, down

someone else’s trouble now

 

everything medicine in that moment

 

the plaster flaked, the palings broke

 

were there tea chests?

was there teddy?

 

I remember the mud

we were pioneers

 

cut to rooms

the green grass was bamboo

 

only half a city away

but Sydney and the bush then

 

bought into a blank suburb

and someone broke an axle on the day

 

we would be starting everything again

 

we were told not to say goodbye

 

where I’d looked up for an aeroplane

now just the pale of sky