A View of Elizabeth Bay House
By Jill Jones
I could have written about lost friendship
the always disappearing, you did not need
so much money then to live here, so we watched
the harbour, looked down on Boomerang from
Billyard Avenue, looked up here, sometimes, then
friendship faded, things you misunderstood
and I made those Sydney moves into the west
kept moving, collecting memory and seeing its
display in the returns you make on a sunny day
which catches on all the old built things
curves of coming and going, what harbour air
touches and changes as waters rise and all
the sounds of bells decay and you are part
of the remain as you fade before a house.