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This carried me right along this morning Max, just "humming beside the cliff", also. -Peter Ciccariello Image - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ Word -http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/ Photography -http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/ On 8/23/06, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Melbourne Winter Morning > > Our winter here > is not severe > and lasts less than > a quarter of a year. > > Yet - spreading peanut butter > on her morning toast > before I take her tray to her, > I think, dream, image most > > some future morning, > spring or early summer, > when we're out of here, > well down the coast road, > > humming beside the cliff- > views of surf, ocean, > and blue Bass Strait... > curving down then to Lorne, > > lucky town and long beach, > its pier where we've stood > astonished by a show-off whale > spouting for a holiday crowd. > > The old evergreen shade trees > will be at their best, > and the young people at play > eye-catchingly undressed. > > The well-stocked book exchange > will beckon invitingly, > and the rival ice-cream shops > advertising excitingly. > > Winter mornings, the wife's > expecting that peanut-butter toast, > and the dogs by the bed drooling > for their tiny piece of crust. > > And me in the cold kitchen > holding out for that slide > down the hill into Lorne, > the sun warm and the water wide. > > > Max Richards > Doncaster, Melbourne > Wednesday 23 August 2006 > > > > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------------------------------------ > This email was sent from Netspace Webmail: http://www.netspace.net.au > --