Jill, I love this. Particularly selected lines ("and nothing yellow
happened"; "They'll never fix time zones, or provinciality"). And more!
Great!
Thank you, Sheila
On Wed, Jul 29, 2015 at 3:13 AM, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Cars, Those Sirens
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> There’s nothing calming in a car.
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> The decisions all go against you.
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> Timing doesn’t work either.
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> Like the year you never had spring
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> and nothing yellow happened
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> until the wattle bloomed in winter
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> too early. Now a car waits, it’s white
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> and seemingly all-encompassing
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> with a lot of doors.
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> It smells as though something’s melting.
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> There’s dust on the glass maybe
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> or the thought of more travel.
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> That song! It never worked.
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> ‘We’ll go no more a-roving’.
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> They’ll never fix time zones, or provinciality
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> the need for postcards, airport coffee
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> or scanners.
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> The car leaves, the car arrives.
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> You come back, you go again.
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> You’re going somewhere, no place.
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> You’re sitting waiting for the crash, the sirens.
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> They come forward with gifts.
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> They steal your luck and your luggage.
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> They never let you go.
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