Anglesea
You’re there for me
Enveloping trees
Scraping knees
Your leaves fly around like dancers
Floating flying
Barely trying
They’ll be there soon
In the gutter with the moon
On the puddles soft, bright
A black kind of white
Where the colours speak
But their truth is denied
Hidden by the dirt on the inside
A mimick of life
The trees rise high
Over my car, cover the sky
Walking over to greet
Down Anglesea Street
Christine Davidson
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