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"Possums on the  Run - Part 1"


Well she ran away
danced the F.U.	 
Revolutionary Dance
Jokers are trumps
Euchre, 500, 
Queens Slippers
no Deuce, no Romance

Holey holy 
blue jeans torn and buried
underneath the house 
with uneaten sandwiches
going mouldy in plastic lunch bags, 
old unwanted items, school books
torn pages, hessian bags, burnt pots, 
newspaper wrappings fading 
tales of the city with 
dreams of necromancy.

She’s upstairs deliberating
sitting at the kitchen table
writing her stories
Over with doing the dishes
done with Rainbow Princesses,
homework squats and 
buried small town garbage runs 
over strawberry jam and creamed up
Sunday Cream Buns.

A good day out
some holiday
collecting cut grass 
she stands watching
red skinned motor mower man
barking orders 
while the other daughters
stand en garde cross-armed
no hat, sun burnt, 
barefeet, blistering in the
boiling Sun.

En Garde, patiently waiting 
watching Frilly Lizard Black Boy 
Kangaroo Paw Hibiscus 
“There’s a tortoise under the 
outside dunny!”
there’s a flaming tortoise
on the run 
slow mode
totally bizarre, 
wonders where
it came from…she thinks,
“run tortoise run”.

She knows better, she’s 17,
she’s the Dancing Queen,
she’s Top Gun.

(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)


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