Friday Poem: As I Was Walking Down Hobart Street

I wrote this in November, a hot sunny day in Perth, where I was staying with my daughter, her partner and little Juniper (and the three cats). They’ve all moved to Canberra now – on Wednesday, a hot sunny day in most of Australia’s South East – so I will probably never walk along Hobart street ever again, in any weather…

A cabby leans on his cab
Smoking
Killing time
Nearby on the footpath
A discarded cigarette packet
– “Smoking Kills”

A little girl with her scooter –
She’s not scooting
She’s dragging it
on a lead
“Do you have to go so slow”
Says Mum
Metres aheadSteeples

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