333 ANZAC PARADE

A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

I can clearly remember
riding the 393
from Hyde Park
to Kingsford’s round-a-bout.

The pavement, black
stretching from the CBD
to La Perouse.
I wanna go back.

333 Anzac Parade
Memories never seem to fade
cutting through
like a sharp, shiny blade.

From a balcony on unit 6B
I’ve seen many moons
and autumn leaves falling
from your maple trees.

Friends have come and gone
in this time we’ve been together.
For this I thank you
cause you’ve made my life better.

333 Anzac Parade
Memories never seem to fade
cutting through
like a sharp, shiny blade.

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