chairs deck the tarmac
where the cars used to be
flickering in and out of light
filtered through the leaves of a tree

a party atmosphere pervades
the parade
this Saturday

a trio provide a sonic background
upon which
a child’s laugh
a bird’s squawk
an enthusiastic embrace
dance and pirouette

hand in hand

we reach the restaurant
far past the market

there’s nothing vegan
we umm and ahh
and dawdle across
to a stand

of pretty books
outside a gallery

I pick one up
about here
about Glebe

Anna Couani

she looks at me
she says
that’s me