Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Broken Words

She said she would get the matches we needed
but when she came back from the shops all
I saw in her basket was a dozen eggs and a cucumber!
And my dear mother said it would be the Gold Coast
this year, but we were not surprised to receive
a postcard from Batemans Bay. Now Julia’s another
fish and why we hold her words to ransom I just
cannot fathom, maybe that public face, – red one day
but never black and white. Well, it is clear to me
that reality is built from broken bricks.
It is just the way the world is, believe me –
but please, don’t take my word for it.

Richard Scutter  29 July 2011

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