(with special thanks to Dave Dobbyn)
Traffic thins, dusk falls
Be mine tonight.
Windows down, breathe cool air
Just add water and dissolve, Baby.
100 kilometres per hour past disinterested sheep
Guilty through neglect.
Moths in the headlights make furry windshield thuds
The outlook for Thursday, your guess is good as mine.
Stray hairs tap tap tap a rhythm on my cheek
It’s magic what she do.
Purple mountains against a bruised apricot sky
Shouldn’t you ought to be in love?
Kids playing frisbee in the dusk
Call me loyal
Round the bend, the neighbour’s dogs bark
Welcome home.
Robinne Weiss 