The corridor that I entered
in childhood was a tunnel
where a howling dog chased
our dreams and we, saved
by lashings of wind and rain,
pounded our gum boots into
rains, as puddles across the lanes whirled in sublime fantasies.
The corridor that I entered
in childhood was a tunnel
where a howling dog chased
our dreams and we, saved
by lashings of wind and rain,
pounded our gum boots into
rains, as puddles across the lanes whirled in sublime fantasies.
