A slow walk up Centennial and I still can’t find the place it's menacing cold, and muted and the street sweeper and winter breeze move the Turkish blend and dust pack
A novice mixed duet plays Brahms on broken strings the erhu and overcoat veiling a blue heeler and sphinx
Maggianos is settled in the center block’s luminance and seasonal drape it's festive warmth bringing home Bedford Falls; the flavour and character and social circles
Annie’s playing and the keeper's singing (his word pool and slander raising everyone in arms!) the crowd chants and mayhem breaks as crawlers and contemporaries smash their steins
Dark alleys and dripping holes hold a grim reminder of the pierced underside paddies flutter and forge their words with a broad manifesto
Night gardens come alive (slowly sapping the respite) hunched figures and ladies in lace shuffle inside the big orange door