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Australia
for ian haley
The soldiers
in Kings Cross
were on leave from
Vietnam.
In the post
office
I sorted telegrams.
In Oxford St
in Sydney
I lay down
upon the khaki grass
outside the Victoria
Barracks
wall. In the summer’s heat
the pavement
split & burst. Cracked
open a new design
of maps.
Across
the street
two ladies from Spain
sold loaves of Sunday bread.
I heard their laughter
like an unmolested
language. In my
back pocket
I had a copy of Garcia Lorca’s
Gipsy Ballads
the only passport
that I could cross the street with.
© Bob Orr
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