Ocean Grove: 1983
At the outskirts of Ocean Grove,
headlights on gravel roads
penetrate the darkness.
Sand dunes, rambling salt-bush.
In a car with my first lover,
our relationship fraught, almost over.
Song on the radio.
For a moment, we’re not doomed.
I Hear Motion by Models,
my girlfriend’s favourite band:
Now let it out, shout to the night
And so it goes, I hear motion
Just count it out, shout in your sleep
You say the word, I hear motion…
At the outskirts of Ocean Grove,
headlights on gravel roads
penetrate the darkness.
(First published in Lionheart Summer, Picaro Press, 2011 – now available in reprint of book by Ginninderra Press, 2018)
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