dragging my feet
through the streets
of Malvern East
The birds tweet.
I can't conceive of
living a life
that smells like
freshly painted picket fences
and cut grass.
A dog barks
They have the luxury
of space and time
the well kept gardens tell me
And the rustle of stooped over
pensioners
making morning love
to the flowers
Add to this
suburban symphony.
