Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Country Pub Lunch

He stays to smoke and asks my origins
I answer, the hills around Adelaide
"Concrete Jungle" he states
Well no, not so much, in the hills
"still a concrete jungle" his reply
I know he speaks the truth
Ignoring him I read a brochure
some local art gallery
run by an artist who used to be a writer
Me, I'm an artist who thinks in stories

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