i'm sitting outside joes kiosk at henley sheltered from the wind and sun
eating a banana icecream in a cone because pat's just bought me one
it's a double-decker and i think about the ethics of throwing half of it away
because i really only want a little one today
the ferry doesn't go from lucky bay now did you know
says pat licking her unintentionally smaller boysenberry cone
that means when sue drives over she will have a lot further to go
but she's like you it doesnt bother her she just goes with the flow
i am going with the flow i'm looking out to the horizon at the light
shining glinting thickly teeming silver fishes all moving to the right
they're undulating on the surface of the water and they're bright
and silvergold and squirming and their sides are nearly touching and they might
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Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Compulsory
I'm on Jetty Road Brighton with my mum. She wants to buy me a necklace. We enter a necklace shop. After two rounds of the necklace shop we settle upon a pretty silver starfish on a delicate silver chain.
I can't have it until August.
We walk back towards the sea. We pass the cafe that sells icecream and gelati from a counter on the footpath. We decide to have one. I choose Lemon Gelati and she chooses Boysenberry Swirl. The staff are busy and don't want to catch our eye. After a minute my mum says, Let's go to the one on the corner.
We enter the one on the corner. This is more like a little seaside fish and chip shop. We wait a long time while a girl changes her order from two prawns in a paper bag to one. The icecreams are smaller here, and they don't sell gelati, or Boysenberry Swirl. I choose a Chocolate Billabong and mum gets Rum and Raisin in a cone.
We sit on a bench looking out at the jetty and the sea. There are 54 people on the jetty. The sun is low and the sea is glinting and slopping. Two small girls jump away from the waves on the last bit of sand near the steps. The waves are the colour of turkish delight. The girls have wet shoes.
I like my Billabong, but not the new stick, which is purple and made of bendy plastic. I will think twice before buying another one. Seagulls fly towards the jetty. Some of them stop for chips. We talk about politics for a while, then decide to go home.
From the esplanade, north of the jetty, we see something in the water. It's a dolphin. It is doing dolphin things, behaving like a wave. It rears up, curves and disappears. There is something hypnotic about watching a dolphin do this, or something compulsory.
I can't have it until August.
We walk back towards the sea. We pass the cafe that sells icecream and gelati from a counter on the footpath. We decide to have one. I choose Lemon Gelati and she chooses Boysenberry Swirl. The staff are busy and don't want to catch our eye. After a minute my mum says, Let's go to the one on the corner.
We enter the one on the corner. This is more like a little seaside fish and chip shop. We wait a long time while a girl changes her order from two prawns in a paper bag to one. The icecreams are smaller here, and they don't sell gelati, or Boysenberry Swirl. I choose a Chocolate Billabong and mum gets Rum and Raisin in a cone.
We sit on a bench looking out at the jetty and the sea. There are 54 people on the jetty. The sun is low and the sea is glinting and slopping. Two small girls jump away from the waves on the last bit of sand near the steps. The waves are the colour of turkish delight. The girls have wet shoes.
I like my Billabong, but not the new stick, which is purple and made of bendy plastic. I will think twice before buying another one. Seagulls fly towards the jetty. Some of them stop for chips. We talk about politics for a while, then decide to go home.
From the esplanade, north of the jetty, we see something in the water. It's a dolphin. It is doing dolphin things, behaving like a wave. It rears up, curves and disappears. There is something hypnotic about watching a dolphin do this, or something compulsory.
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