Lesmurdie, Western Australia, Australia
We're the oldies, second on the right going up the rise. Either side of us families with small children. Yesterday, I went to visit the new baby, peacefully sleeping, a meditation.
Further up, on the right, widow with a dog. Next a Dutch lady's carefully planted native garden. Cut-through to the next street. A business family. At the cul-de-sac, two houses, the new one smaller than expected on such an expansive block; last week, they installed a swimming pool. Mother with two grown daughters. A nurse, her fly-in-fly-out mining husband and two sons; lots of activity there; cars, motorbikes, parties.
An old man took his car to the shops, forgot where he left it, came home in a taxi or brought by the police. Bulletins filtered across the tarmac. He lingered long in the nursing home, blissfully unaware.
Empty again, old furniture left outside, free for the taking.
dull winter day
wattle tree in bloom—