The last post drifts gently over
the silent hills- momento mori-
life has its own appointed season
in time--for both you and me--

amidst the seeming gloom
a light flickers still in the early night
listen, oh listen with your heart and soul
after the darkness surely follows the morning light.

Postman returned home
wife rushed to the door and said
'  cheque arrived by post!'

City's red-light spot
young girls peep through the window
they laugh and giggle

Sunday in the park
orchestra plays Tchaikovsky's
Swan Lake by the lake

Second-hand book-shop
I've known owner since my youth
always lost in thought

Policeman on beat
Sydney's annual Mardi Gras
dances and kisses

Milkman comes early
(the father is in deep sleep)
child sees him kiss mum