It was my grandpa who lured Old Methuselah out from the tannic depths of the lake. We were fishing for marron in the shallow waters of a small bay beside the dam wall, the jarrah forest at our back ... [+]
Purple Lakers cap,
just back,
from a family trip to Los Angeles.
Or maybe,
we had been to the moon.
We didn't play much together
back then. Like
we are, here,
in this photograph. the two of us standing
on the grass, in front
of our row house.
You, sister,
an oversized purple jacket, white turtleneck, checkered black + white pants
blonde,
and curly back
then, this must have been
1991, or 1992.
Black buttons
white shirt, little boy, big
sister, smiles looking at
the camera,
children caught
in a photo.
You complain
Dad has stopped taking photographs.
This might have been
a great number of monsters
we were about to play
with, on the lawn
right after this moment was forever taken down.
just back,
from a family trip to Los Angeles.
Or maybe,
we had been to the moon.
We didn't play much together
back then. Like
we are, here,
in this photograph. the two of us standing
on the grass, in front
of our row house.
You, sister,
an oversized purple jacket, white turtleneck, checkered black + white pants
blonde,
and curly back
then, this must have been
1991, or 1992.
Black buttons
white shirt, little boy, big
sister, smiles looking at
the camera,
children caught
in a photo.
You complain
Dad has stopped taking photographs.
This might have been
a great number of monsters
we were about to play
with, on the lawn
right after this moment was forever taken down.
