Travel Mementos
for Lucas North (1973-2013)
Wherever we went,
I brought one home,
a mug, teaspoon or book filled
with the memories of our travels.
Of all the fridge magnets
on the door, you said.
There's too many. What do you
want them for?
To recount where we’ve been, I said
what we did and saw.
I pointed to the Del Rio pelican
in the Hawkesbury scene.
Remember the kangaroos crowding
the golf course at dusk?
From the top of a kitchen shelf
I lifted a candle, dark as a pint of ale.
And look! These four magnets
mapped our circling through the mountains,
from Ocean Beach to Patonga,
from Saratoga to Umina.
And here‘s the riverboat at Spencer,
our last stop before a treacherous climb,
those boggy edges slipping us
to my brother's Hunter Valley farm.
Left on your desk now, a curled notebook;
sodden rain caught us camping in November.
The bright glow of your frame survives, the
day you slipped an arm around the bronzed
Solomon Wiseman. A cap angled on his rigid
head, bringing the green back into your eyes.
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