staring at old maps again

with a yellow fondness

for a past that

wasn’t mine

but could’ve been

i suppose

somewhere out

in the western suburbs

listening to six o’clock


as the car lurches

around a corner

under sodium light

passing factories by.

we could’ve been older

wrestling with an entirely

different set

of issues

wishing we were


’cause those kids have it

so easy

these days.


i’ll go walking

and see what happens

time can have

its way with me

at least for a few hours

before I succumb

to the endless pull

of expectations

and responsibilities

that comes mostly

from within.