The Walk Home
Updated: Mar 26, 2019
by Harley Weng U Pun
Volume 1, Issue 1
We are stumbling through satin streets
as the horizon glows on Oxford Road.
The sky is plum when we reach uni.
You do a handstand, then another—
I collect your cartwheels in front of the archway
and make you our poster boy for the day.
The sky is peach on the Curry Mile,
the music we play blends right in — it’s chewed bubblegum pop!
The cold air is sweet and so still it’s almost surreal.
For the first time in months, my blood, it slows.
“i could walk this road forever.”
The sky is blue in Platt Fields,
the sun, on you—
Your eyes! Your eyes!
“wait, look at mine!”
Our eyes! They’re as big as the sun!