Two white rubber thongs, one right way up,
the other right way down, size three. A metre apart.
Fix, the thong brand. In between, a pair of pink
leopardskin knickers with black frilly lace edging,
discarded in Doctor's Gully.
Two weeks later, the tableau remains intact,
grass making some inroads on thongs, slaters
congesting on cotton. Retrieval now unlikely.
Funny; did hear a distant halooo back then
echoing up the gully. Triumph in the glen.
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