Dainties on King Street

At the corner of the first block: a single arum lily left upright against a tree, its bulb bare and fringed with pale roots; in the middle of the third: broken chunks of white polystyrene in a pot of plastic restaurant flowers (it is not yet night); in the second block: a green padded jacket with its arms spread wide, loose, generous even, over the back of a wooden bus seat -- so pleased, as if it's conducted this whole thing for us -- these dainties on King Street -- but one of the arms is twisted unnaturally -- is it dead? -- and most of what we can see is only the lining.

One winter's morning a traveller saw

In a deciduous tree in Newtown: soft toys (all sizes), not yet rained on.

In an evergreen in Stanmore: a red vinyl chair with rusted, chrome-plated legs.

Red Tree

The red-painted tree had been there for weeks, my son told me. We had been walking past it every day. It even had ‘Red Tree’ painted in red on the asphalt in front of it, but that I’m yet to notice.