Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Expatriates.

We leap through buildings and up up up above the Eiffel.

You hold my hand and together we run around Paris, lovely fast.

The strangers look at us like we're pigeons without wings.

We feed gummy bears to the sweet sweet children in the villages of Varanasi.

You hold my hand and together we wander round India, beads of sweat falling.

The strangers look at us like we're alley cats with only 5 lives.

We mingle with the fishes who greet us with Barrier Reef enthusiasm.

You say you're an angel and Australia should be honored to have you, i just smile.

The strangers look at us like we're ladybugs with black stripes.


I loved you all the way.

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