On a Photograph From Singapore
You enhance Raffles and its Long Bar.
Better, I would think,
than it needs or, perhaps,
than it deserves.
Happy, tanned,
and fair and open.
And, somehow,
beneath all of your bravado,
innocent.
In Melbourne, today,
it was cold and squally.
Now bright with bracing
breeze and sunshine,
then dark with stinging,
windblown showers.
The ground and trees are wet,
and strewn about with autumn.
I wish that you were here.
poem by Red O'Mara
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