Brenton Booth Sydney, Australia


I can smell the ocean in my head
though its Monday afternoon
alone in my rented apartment
in Sydney
workman digging up the road
next to my building
with loud machines that are
long out of tune
with not an ounce of music
left in their exhausted frames
and it reminds me of her
several years ago
singing in our old kitchen
weary and torn from years
of disappointment like the
trying to create a better road
for herself after too many failed
I sing the song she sang as if
I had heard it yesterday:
knowing it now as well as she
ever did.

Brenton Booth is a writer from Sydney, Australia. His poetry has appeared in Chiron Review, 3:AM Magazine, Poetic Pinup Revue and many other fine mags of the very small, independent press.