CURFEW 6

DAY 6 – Aug 8 the fruit and veg at Highpoint quiet as a library rocks a new respect for queuing and a lot less squeezy touchy feely of the produce (that’s a plus) constant roar of rampant purchase along cold deserted canyons has dialled down to a whisper trolleys clanking in the hush drive your car up to the entrance now but no one’s parked at tables trading gossip stuffing dumplings sucking smoothies popping cupcakes scoffing sushi lapping lattes taking selfies mums aren’t yelling out to toddlers there’s no shout of ‘take a number’ ‘cos the butchery is dead as week-old schnitzel but most of all you notice there’s no birds that flock of flying rodents pecking eyes out of potatoes leaving feathers on zucchinis dropping god-knows-what in berries wreaking havoc on tomatoes broccolini avocados all those little wings are gone flown the coop like they know something we can’t figure there’s no twittering in the ceiling no flapping in the wrapping so it’s eerie lifeless spooky in this half-lit empty cavern deconsecrated shrine to Mammon.

See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

Also https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1


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