Cold night
huddled standing.
Rain falling,
bails snapping,
wickets crumbling;
Dead and heavy.
The Carnival is Over
Stopping all stations
A photographer,
A punter,
and a drunk guy
drunk calling;
A lady
Frankston bound,
nodding off.
Spring and Winter
for Gai and Bart
Buffering
and Fiorente.
Till we meet again
the Carnival
is over.
Cricket is back
Training night.
Nothing like discovering you have waited for half an hour at the wrong oval. Under 11 kids in the dark and in the same training gear, all look the same.
Lunch at….
Pellegrini’s.
Spaghetti Marinara,
Apple Studel
and
Watermelon Granita.
Lunch at Red Dragon
No 2nd Round
One Plate per Customer
$8 Small Plate
$9.50 Large Plate
and
No Sharing.
Guineas Day; and a Pineapple for Dinner
The season has changed and a wet winter has become a windy spring.
It is late afternoon on Guineas Day and I am walking passed the local oval. Goal posts have gone, the mud has dried and the turf wicket is down. Whites replace the blue and white Grammarian guernseys and a game of cricket is in progress.
There are no spectators here today.
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