The last wisp of breeze
curled around our legs as we
waited for the train.
Peak cap shading eyes,
he spoke of floods and cyclones,
rising sea levels.
She'd had a suite of
her poems published as part of
a poetry prize.
Little one munched her
strawberries and blueberries,
happy in her pram.
I soaked in the breeze,
the poems, the conversation,
happy to be there.
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