I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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4 October 2014

It's a Sunny Spring Day

I swing down Byangum Road,
swooping around the hilly bends
which are now familiar.
Can it be so long already
I’ve lived this side of town?

My friend’s new house,
eight minutes away,
is at the top of a hill
in a quiet cul-de-sac
lined by tranquil trees.

I don’t drive down
to park in her garage.
The next door neighbour
is getting new furniture in.
There wouldn’t be room.

I pass her driveway, turn
in the wide end of the street
where the school yard begins,
deserted on Saturday afternoon,
come back to stop by her fence.

Later, when she sees me out,
the slim old man, her neighbour,
comes across to greet me, hesitates.
“Have I met you?’ he says.
I explain briskly, smiling.

I drive home by Riverview.
A bright, slender, yellow gorse
interrupts the evergreens.
She texts me, “What did you think?
Should I be setting boundaries?”

I tell her, ”He was confused.
I remember my Dad like that
in the very early stages.” 
I arrive at the top of my own hill,
my own tree-lined cul-de-sac.


31 Poems in 31 Days (Poewar / Writer's Resource Center). Prompt: Place 

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