From Northern Rivers

from the line up
in a seedy bar
to Queen bee

pleading with you to give it up
Buckley's or none





in hindsight
hanging from the eucalypt
our battered piñata





return to bushland
the crop you said was gone
still there





fedora to loafer in white
a drug runner mocking 
the Amway lady





line up  line up
for the outsider's game
egg and spoon race





tinkering 
bits and pieces of our boy
at your fingertips





mama
calling out to empty
papa





blackbird
cautiously comforting
old foe





robbed
of your very last piece
the vulture's eye





courtyard embrace
long gone is the cheeky smile
that once warmed my world



Image from Buntysmum ~ Pixabay