Home.

The TV in the corner
is older than I am

and the dusty cane chairs in the yard
aren't sat on by anyone
except the neighborhood cats
who fight over this
unoccupied territory.

a siren in the distance
sets off the dingoes
and the doctor moves through the trees
dancing with the hibiscus flowers
that hang lazily over the back fence.

It's hot
inside, and out
and the air is thick with lethargy,
there's nothing to do, anyway
except take in the sounds of my childhood
and breathe in the smells of
home.