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    1 year ago

    Double post sorry, here’s another bloody poem - sorry

    Melbourne,
    Grey clouds roll over your skyline
    Like a quilted doona,
    Made of rain and thunder.
    The bluestone pavement
    Smooth and slick,
    Ready to send you to the ground
    In your heels or smooth-tread soles
    As you rush to a cafe,
    Nestled in an alley,
    Off Bourke or Lonsdale.
    Rain, sun, or hail,
    They’ll be open to receive you
    But only between 7 to 4.
    Dinner and a show
    At the Arts Precinct,
    Docklands, Swanston.
    The blinding sunsets down the streets
    Running West to East.
    The chilling icy winds,
    Whipping off Antarctic sheets
    And straight through black puffer jackets,
    South to North, a howling racket
    Burning cheeks red.
    The summer thunderstorms, the summer heat,
    A couple of days over forty
    And we’re all complaining,
    Though we’ll complain about the cold too;
    It’s who we are.
    So many of us call this home,
    And though I have visited the capitals of our neighbour-states,
    (Brisbane is humid, Adelaide sucks,
    Though Perth is great, you’ll need a car),
    I will always come back to my city,
    Where I was born, worn, torn, and reborn.