Poem number 3. I recently had my nineteen year old niece from England, and her best friend, staying with me for two weeks. They left last week.
I wake at five a.m.
Slip on one pair of shorts, a shirt.
Brush thirty teeth
(thirty two minus two wisdom).
Wake my niece (one of five) and her best friend.
drive them twelve kilometres to the airport
at sixty kilometres an hour
to catch the seven a.m flight (VA 417)
from Adelaide to Sydney
(seven hundred and twenty four miles)
marking the end of fourteen days
spent with two nineteen year olds
of driving them tens of kilometres
around the numerous sights of Adelaide,
of doing multiple twenty minute trips
into the four square city on the 861 bus.
The occupancy of my house
reverts from three to one.
I count each hour
since they jumped out
of my Mazda 2
and said goodbye.
Copyright Mike Hopkins 2013