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Untitled Amelia Walker Love is a joke which everybody falls for and a few people get. If love were a picnic we would all be overweight. Love is when the bus driver says ’hello’ and means it. Lady In Grey Amelia Walker I have never been afraid of you. I have laughed at you flirted with you lusted for you, at times. I have seen you on TV and changed the channel I have worked as your doorkeeper in the waiting houses, nursing homes. In those days, I only thought you cruel the times you waited too long. Lady in grey, now you have touched the shoulder of somebody young and dear to me. Now all that old laughter repeats on me like knives. Untitled Amelia Walker do the tears of politicians taste different from the tears of the men they call terrorists? On A Monday... Amelia Walker My alarm rings shrill through darkness (and somewhere, a child dies). Haze headed, I fumble for silence (and somewhere, a child is born). I drag myself to the shower (Somewhere, someone falls in love someone falls out of love, and someone is not sure). I sing (and a woman is stoned to death). Down coffee, get dressed, go wait for the bus (and somewhere an executioner sits on the beach skimming whispers into a star filled sky). untitled Amelia Walker When I was small, my Mother said “Make a wish upon a star”. But there were so many all so tiny, so huge... I hedged my bets and wished on the moon. Today Amelia Walker Today, today just like any other I’m going to sit in the rainshine, today let ordinary miracles unfurl. Today the pigeons seem profound today is lusting glorious. Today will we share one another like fondue? Today will you jazz with me? Today, today just like any other. (From ‘Fat Streets and Lots of Squares: Poems For Adelaide’, 2004)

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