hiding the past
sealing the creek under stone
doesn’t halt its flow
or storm-induced rebellion
reminding us this is Naarm
— Elizabeth Street, CBD Melbourne, VIC
my home in winter
is mild and evergreen;
I was not prepared
for snow-blanketed seasons
that make poets worship spring
I yearn for London
its legends, songs and fictions
homesick
for a city where only
my imagination lived