I was with Ann in Auburn the other day. From the window of the office we were waiting in, rows of trees in full bloom were swaying in an adjacent park. There were children playing happily in their shade, a scene so common as to be instantly forgotten. Looking at my watch, it occurred to me that the Melbourne Cup was underway, though all was blissfully silent around us. I wrote this entry in my notes.


jacarandas lilt,
and kids frisk blithely beneath,
somewhere, hooves quicken