Poetry

Illawarra Family Tree

Illawarra Family Tree Says the Sylvester boy to young Mary,“Come out Miss Mary, come outand feel the rain.”Red earth under his nailsdrops like tears on his dirty shirt.All the fields open to the sky. Says the Sylvester boy to young Mary,“Will you dance?” as he hums a tunehair over his eyes,and disused laughterrising from her throat.Nails… Continue reading Illawarra Family Tree