Poem 82

Remembering living with Lynette in our half a house in Claudelands Hamilton in ’79 and ’80 …

Sunday River Park

The river ran high once
something to do with the dam
and you could swim with the grass
and the wall beneath you
everyone came down
as if it was a holiday

you would say
come for a walk
knowing I had work to do

there was the uneven park seat
the trees curving out above the river
and later
the sparrows deciding
which side to stay on
as it got dark
and we came back along the bank
by the swings
and up the hill
and home

whatever work I had
is forgotten