Flat Rock

Barefoot wading into the river clear,

Sun beats down on flat rock, katydids sing,

Cats slink down Fitzroy roads, we drink warm beer,

Hot-dog in the microwave. One, two, ding!

You bite into a tomato red, green,

Tonight I'll sleep sound on your bedroom floor.

You and I crowd around the laptop screen,

Sprawling boneless like ragdolls, warm and still.

Woodsmoke hangs heavy in the summer air,

We walk the train tracks over the old bridge,

You pilfer an ear of corn on a dare.

Sand pools in the hourglass, the sky bleeds red.

The corn was not sweet, grown as cattle feed,

Cats slink down Fitzroy roads, we go to bed.