A Moment on Kirrie Hill
A theatre of thunder performs
for the suncream kissed
kids of Neverland park.
It’s all hands on deck in this neck
of the hill. Next door the dead lie still,
listening for the cricket.
Fat rain drums its war cry across the sky
at Airlie Monument. Parents pack-up
park paraphernalia, the Pan gang try to stay
lost in play. In the rain soaked scurry
for the car the Barrie Pavilion worker
faithfully places out his open for business sign.
He still believes in fairies.
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