sunday afternoon
coffee, cake, and live music
trees dance in the wind
a dear friend stops and says ‘hello’
shared moments in our story.
smooth cream of cheesecake
nestled upon a biscuit
a hint of lemon
is like bite-size happiness
a taste of innocent love
black crow on the roof
watches the sea of people
on an autumn day
she sits and drinks her coffee
her eyes searching for her prey
Melbournians circulate savoir-faire
in chambers of light, music and motion;
a coagulation of devotion;
virtuosity the hub of this square.
Pumping throughout the veins of the city
a plethora of colour; projecting
a collective nucleus connecting
in an atrium of urbanity.
The ground beneath me sending pulsations
a transient nuit blanche chasing the dawn
a sense of belonging; quite a sensation
when you are gone; I, we, will be forlorn.
For you are the heart, the soul, of us all
you see us; you hear us; we can stand tall
.
come home, summer love
red balloons and chocolate
smiling through the glass
yesterday plays in my mind
like a movie lost in time.
blanket of white haze
the stench of smoke hangs
like a winter fog
sweeping reality through
a sleepy sunburnt city
Charlie Ann Alford 
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