Winter morning's brief patch of sun

We squatted down
Side by side
You n’ me
Soft n’ young
Hard n’ old
Tiny n’ big.

In winter morning’s
Brief patch of sun.

We cracked open oranges
N’ giggled.
You shaking your plaits,
Me shaking mine.
We drank their liquid flesh;
Their blood spilt,
Gold’n on our hands,
Sticky n’ good
Amid heartsease n’ boronia.

In winter morning’s
Brief patch of sun.