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Red brick house
on a leafy avenue
Old town.
Built when parlours were not family rooms
when babies had nurseries
and maids lived in attic rooms
afternoon tea served on
verandas
Boys with hoops and sticks
Girls with ringlets
porcelain dolls
Grandma in her rocker
The wicker pram
Father, waistcoated with fob watch,
A publisher
Entertains the town’s doctors and lawyers
Under chestnut trees
Mother pump,
A Gibson Girl hairdo
One tendril escaping
She raises her hand
to whisk it from her eyes
the moment caught in the
retina of the back wall
Another fragment
A memory
Pressed between bricks
Unseen, unimagined
by boys playing Nintendo
thumbs drumming like rain
on the gamepad.
© Susan Pryke 2010
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