December
tarpaulins slip off the unused furniture, objects from another time, other
lives. Leaf litter thickens against sidewall, damp-coloured wind-dried. Bench
upholds half-full tins of the Dulux of yesteryear. Fishing rods, clippers,
brooms and brushes lie where they landed. Dust of gumtree grit and crushed leaf
sands the concrete floor. Folding chair against folding ladder await further
instruction. A new roof keeps the sea rain moving all year. Rocks unrusted
serve as retaining wall for The Vehicle. Secreted away until Christmas, a
deck-umbrella rests folded and hooded. It’s a bare lightbulb colours their
forms when dusk is done and dusted.
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