:Repetition:
in the kitchen, the tap still drips
the rain still patters and the clock
still ticks
:Wait:
through the window and the drizzle she can watch
cars go by; through the late news and the hours
she can sit alone and
:Hold:
this never happened, this never could
and if she thought it likely, you know she’s leave for
:Reprise:
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Art lover. Loves her family and her dog.
Worked in the Australian rock music industry as a journalist and published widely as a poet before moving to London and spending the better part of a decade in advertising agencies. Returned to Australia and briefly tried teaching, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees but also as a high school classroom teacher. Has travelled Western Europe, North Africa, Russia, Northern India, East Asia, coastal USA, some Pacific Islands, and Australia.
