Last Summer by Deep Rectal Temperature

Last summer

Driving through Aireys Inlet for the last time
Seemed like a long time since he last filled the car
Sand in the cuffs of his trousers
A note from doctor grey in his pocket

Coffee from the Bottle of Milk in the holder by the handbrake
Almost cold because he spent too long listening to the
Waves crashing on the beach at Point Grey for the last time
He missed the irony of buying a KeepCup

He dropped off everything he still owned at the opp shop
In five and a half plastic bags and a sports bag with a broken zip
Because he knew he wouldnt need any of it anymore
If he ever had

No longer worried about the little stuff as he slowed down for Anglesea
People without anything to worry about
Are generally on their way to the crematorium or the graveyard
He had nothing to wait for anymore

Dead insects flat and thick on the windscreen and headlamps
They already said farewell to Bells Brach
He’d be seeing them all again soon enough
He took a left at Jan Juc, heading inland

The boom of the ocean diminished behind
The canopy of gum leaves thickened in front
Eucalyptus coloured every sense
Away, away, away, away

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