Daydream
Driving north yesterday
through hot searing haze,
aroma of melting tarmac
blending fresh cut grass -
I got to thinking of you.
I saw you playing cricket
on Queen’s Park Savannah
in tropic isles far far away.
Got to thinking of us down
Long Bay last summer.
And as I changed gear
slowing down for the lights,
I thought I smelt...
Sweet Briar.
Written: circa 1995
———
My cricket playing friend
lived once upon a time on
Sweet Briar Road.
Copyright © Craig Bowden | Year Posted 2022
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