A poem by Miramar poet Geoff Cochrane.
Stupa or Stuka?
Weet-Bix or Welsh rabbit?
Galactic aerodrome or Matchbox truck?
I’m young in my dreams, still young.
Beautiful Keanu’s wearing shades—
antique shades with iodine-coloured lenses.
I’m young in my dreams, still young,
and I still have some ink in my pen,
but one repents of wanting to be known.