It's one's friend here, calling from a deep green valley
It's dark and late here, the the show is over for another year
Last night the rodeo megaphone murmured faintly in the air
softened by the valley reverb and kilometres of trees
what from afar looked like a single globe lit the oval
and the edge of the caravan park
cauliflowers and carnations won prizes
and horses were denied the opportunity
I hope your day is o-kiddy-kay
till soon
It's one's friend here, reporting from a frozen city
it's dark and early here, the day is over by mid-afternoon
last night the man downstairs drunkenly fell out of his window
his fall softened by the bushes, lucky he lives on the ground floor
and from afar the Fernsehturn looks like a globe pierced by a chopstick
its bulbous beauty made surreal by the snow
ice has staked its claim on pavements
the buildings sing off-key under their breath
oh it's a plain city but sometimes the loveliness can stop you dead
hope you're well
till next time
and you say – I'm outside time here it's quite strange
and I say – all the trees are fat and green here, it's quite a change
and you say – each day is defined by the sky
and I say – I remember the smell of the air and the light, day and night
our tiny windows of words let lovely light in my world

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