LUCIE THORNE

different postcodes

we send each other
small treasures through the mail
accompanied by snippets of stories
telling some of our tales

like where i am we're rolling
into a heady-scented spring
melbourne's blue-skied late august
and it's still too-chilled wind

and she says her days are growing greener
it's been so long since i've seen her

i want to say thanks to the post-person
thanks for getting it right
i realise now i got most of your address wrong
on the letter i sent to your new house the other night

you'll find us in different postcodes
no danger of being close

but even my letters refuse to get lost
this is not a lost love