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WordPlay - August 2011

02 Aug 2011

By Susan Wells

The Stranger

Stranger out of the stratosphere
Magnetic, attractive
Voice low, beguiling
“Walk with me
See where we travel
The stars are ours
The time is now”
“What of?”
“I’m sure they will be fine”
“My life?”
“You can return”
With ushered sweep
I climb the stairs
Heartbeat quickens   
step
No backward glance
on board now
Just flight of fantasy

 

On the Streets of Melbourne – Winter

He sleeps on a parkbench, lost and found He laughs and you laugh, too
He’s a teller of stories, the meaning of life
Starry sky, here in Melbourne town
Lumin moon lights his bluestone path
He picks up his rugs and treasures
Lumbers off, into the cold night air
While the winds of Melbourne sing
His kingdom lost is his freedom found
In this rough life, a hard life
While the winds of the city carry him down
To the streets of Melbourne call

 

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