On the way to where we all walk,
I’ve stopped.
My head tilts upward just to watch
observe[r]
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I’ve never seen The Crown
Hotel well-lit before
Jurassic Park2: The Lost World
Cnr Princes St and Jetty St
Smells like yeasted doughnuts
Cinnamon and jam and cream
23:35
There remains
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Such little mass
V young man in an eighties punk leather with metal studs
Old man walking his schnauzer while on a mobility scooter
The cicadas are here
Strident chattering between
fences and street corners
Darkness, an aegis,
releasing small calls-
The cats exit to the balcony
Now and then