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This afternoon I'm taking my son for a Yarra walk. 
BMX mad he weaves between those strolling up ahead.  
When he stops - I catch up - and we've time to talk 
Between his 'hurry ups' and my more plaintive 'watch the edge'.   
Calm haze - the city on a languid lazy afternoon   
Without the sunscorching need for a hat.   
Prone, catatonic lovers embrace and croon.   
A scene on-loan from some river painting by Seurat 
 
We've been to the gallery and watched an orchestra bow then pack    
Passed dying embers of barbecues, the last dregs of afternoon wine.    
Seagulls glide as longer shadowes lead us back   
Through rustling memories of leaf fall's wavering lines.  
I drink the beauty of reflected colours all aquiver.   
A splash. He's ridden his bike into the river!