wandering, from opera house and harbour bridge
to Mrs. Mcquarrie's seat, hued from rock,
past weddings, navy ships,
tourist ferries and cruise ships, a plenty.
St. Mary's Cathedral standing, with gov't buildings,
the colonial story present.
50 years since the freedom ride, commemorated at the state
library, Aborigine history still not taught in schools, the history teacher
viewing the show beside me whispers,
her voice so soft I strain to hear.
Connected through shared, history, shame
cockatoo's cry over head
returning again and again, to blooms, statue, waterfront,
majestic trees, resting places, magnolia, jacanda blooms.
His sandwich board worn in the busy intersection
at rush hour,( behind me I hear, his life work),
smile, you can do it, a big happy face, cars toot, slow,
the other side go Michelle Payne, sexism no more,
isms no more.
He smiles and waves.
gkn november 9 2015