for Christina
Hell I believe is the carpark at Pak’nSave on a Saturday
the lost souls -
all those hunched and bunched and loaded up somewhere
between
the trolley lane and the sliding door
devils? too many
shrieking for off-cuts of luncheon from the deli counter
angels? one
appeared in front of me once slipping between the Odyssey
and a Corolla
on her way to the entrance (someone sounded a horn)
insouciant
in jeans and a velvet singlet and a flash - when she laughed –
a tongue stud
arms swinging unhurried and wide nothing in her hands but rings
no child
no wallet no cell phone not a damned thing
and a back so
straight and strong you knew it could without any
trouble
support a pair of wings
Mary McCallum
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