by Kevin Gillam

camellias where the
tea leaves got tipped
behind, picket fence
with Mr Sherman’s golden
muscats beckoning from
between rusted chicken wire,
washing line in shade house
with Dad’s white underpants
flapping in surrender,
Hills Hoist tipping slightly
to the left despite
Mum’s love of Menzies,
slap of flywire door
with busted spring