I was cycling home
tracing your head in my head
the sunset behind
cRaZy pR!CeS!!, I read
whilst the same morning wind
blew in two other men
with the same bright orange as Mr Warranty
you warm enough there love?? ya look priddy warm.
mm, yes. turtlenecks. I mumbled
aw, where’s that cayute accent from?
my parents, actually
the receipt printed loudly amidst blokey chuckles
I left, lugging my heater away
noice to meet you, love!
ah, yep. bye…
trailing off down the street, heater in tow
I mused on people
and their differences
Western Australia looks around, sheepish
Everyone frozen at 12ºC
Tramping around in dirty ugg boots, polar fleeces, cups of steaming milo
Noone knows what to do with themselves
No kangaroos on the street today, mate
A toast! to the winter,
To being alone.
And to the box of fire inside
opened at just the right time;
A love song
to the cold floor.