A flock of birds
White on bright blue —
Who threw a handful of glitter into the sky?
The silver of feathers, their wings in sunshine
Reminds me
A hot January day in Sydney
We stumbled out of Potts Point Hotel,
A birthday
Two friends went to buy cigarettes but
They came back with
Stardust in small containers
We threw it at each other, and
We tripped
In slow motion
Green and gold and purple on
Our shirts.