Sketch: Creek Lane Maryborough, 1978 

By Jane Frank

You: cycling

along the laneway  

beside the garden 

where hundreds of mignonette lettuce grow—

two in your basket—

change jangling in your pinafore pocket

cassia trees in flower

bougainvillea climbing trellises

three stray cats watching 

from a tank stand

behind the butcher shop

the yellow green of the verge

is beautiful to you:

the dust you’re raising 

part of a magic of belonging

it is summer and your feet are bare

your hat has fallen on the stony path

behind but you don’t know or care

there has never been anything else 

but sun really 

and the effortless moving 

of your legs



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