Joyce – duncancleary

Retirement Party

Victorian Pub –

Stories stored in its timber ~

Nice curve on that bar.

Opening a book –

Your city, coming to life ~

The world entire.

Sandcastles, hailstones –
All the crabs are dead ~ bar one –
Shelly Rathmullan.

Pittosporum scent –
Exceeds all else, as night falls ~
The light from the fire.

Stephen’s fleeting blooms –
Passed over since the picture ~
Birdsong persisting.