waiting for sundownmy grandfatherand his dog
he wakes mewith a gentle touchof his pawTom Staudt
we must stopon every newsworthy treemy dog and meTom Staudt
mum’s eightiethshe smiles . . . but her eyesare light years awayTom Staudt
open mic nighta pair of currawongs steal the show
Christmas at Bondi a sea of redhats and skinTom Staudt
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