A Michael Leach limerick recalls a precious moment.
before I left, I walked up to the boy and told him his music was divine; I was proud to have him with me.
I find myself on my own/in the Forum,/flying solo/at the first gig/I’ve ever dared/attend without a friend.
On a fresh midmorning, I alight my bus at the east end of Adelaide’s CBD and proceed to speed walk along cracked concrete, as The Superjesus’s track ‘Now and Then’ begins on my iPod.
This Labour Day,/I find myself walking/while listening/to Uncle Pat/by Ash.
well-stocked op shop—/she sifts thru clothes racks/to find/an alternative/while I scan CD racks