Hammond St

#creative writing, #poetry

I stop on the corner of Hammond

and see a house covered in leaves

flowers

shrubbery

and old trees

My phone rings

and it is my sister

offering a lift to Burwood Station

as though a car could ever replace

the beauty of this day

and the way my legs stretch

along every surface

of these empty suburban streets

6am on a Sunday

 

 

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