Weatherill Way

through suburbs I grew up far away from
down the long ways and the wrong routes
           twenty one, sixty five
           bus/train interchange
(can only remember
you
           not your navigation) 

arriving in the arid silence
of a midweek's midday
past the track and field still
and front yards with
                                    no flowers
to add to this envelope of 

                                    goodbyes
delivered now without
             any
                      direction to
leave

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