lonsdale street is deciduous (har har har)

the footpaths
on lonsdale street
are deciduous

this
is autumn
and the colours
have begun to show

yellows and browns
and reds

remnant greens

they fall
like rainbow
twirls

spinning
leaf shaped
aeroplanes

angling
and twisting
in flashes
of colour
to the ground

the taxation office doors
revolve

around
and around

catching and exacting
a quantity of leaves
mid-flight

expelling them
across the hard floor
inside

grateful contributions
from the street
toward the well-being
of the commonwealth

there is a man
practicing laughter
on the street
outside

specifically
the laughter
of pirates

he sits alone
at a bench
with a look
in his eye

says

har
har har

and then

har
har
har

again

when he walks
away
he is
a double-sided
conversation

his thought
requiring him
to leap
out
to one side

har
har har

is his last word
on any subject

another man
is rocking
as though he is still
in the asylum

a companion
has a
hack
cough
spit

followed
by a rumble
inside

he possesses
his possessions
in a grocery store
trolley

all of the world
at the whim
of a wonky
front wheel
which passes him by
without glancing

every hand
is held
by a device

every eye
enchanted
by a screen

twisting
and angling
and twirling
through rainbow shades
lonsdale street
is deciduous

autumn leaves
are falling

~

10 thoughts on “lonsdale street is deciduous (har har har)

  1. The images are fantastic; my memories awaken It has been a long time since I walked in the city, worked in the city, but rarely shopped in the city. I enjoyed this one

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    • Thanks CLaire. I can’t help but notice the homeless because o my working background, but also because of sheer presence. The inner city area has new and permanent colours from this homeless population who are now permanent.

      Hard to describe what I mean, but there has been substantive change to the inner urban, I think.

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    • It isn’t so obvious, Tracy. I hear about youmger people in particular ‘couch-surfing’ with friends or other places. That may be the case with women also in domestically challenging situations.

      I suspect there is not enough capacity to support themselves witht he basics in little towns and most find their way to somewhere bigger – maybe even via the cells on psychiatric admissions after which they don’t go back.

      Not sure of much of this, though I confess.

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