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

bits and pieces of our boy
at your fingertips

calling out to empty

cautiously comforting
old foe

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