the rainbow mall
around the ultra-modern water-walled
new shopping mall people still
put up fence in the old way:
thin slices of old bamboo that cut
into yellow palms, bits of wire and
the reliable softness of the red earth
of jakarta.
late night in a bus to newcastle
was there frost
on windows did we blow
kisses to the dark
outside did you point
to the two overlapping
slowly-disappearing
circles was your arm around
my neck did you say
going, going, going
gone
is this what's happening
now to you and my memory of
going, going, going
gone?