Visiting Sydney

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Visiting Sydney

In Sydney
brushing shoulders
with young executives
walking the streets
I feel isolated
from a demographic
folded over
their iphone worlds.

Concrete cliffs soar
Far off blue skies lost
to asphalt city grids
planned as
thoroughfares
of transit.

Underground tunnels
Awash with city workers
Caught in the slipstream
of commuting.

Glamorous shops boldly
wait, boasting
excessive merchandise
to catch the innocent.

Town of my youth,
Sydney
so palpable
I reach out to
my younger self
and brighten remember

The Old Fire Place

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The Old Fire Place

Running through the house
naked and wet
from the nightly bath,
towel-wrapped
I flop in front
of the log fire.

Flames are flicking
logs into a
cheerful glow,
warmth drying
my body.

I am rubbed dry
by my mother
and snuggle
into special
winter pyjamas.

In reflection
layers of memory shine,
warmth
love
belonging
cradle me still
from the old fire place.