When we heard you were over
a decade older than her
my brother said something
about ‘Uncle Dave’ and I must admit
we all laughed a little.
Two migratory birds
flew into Brisbane last Christmas, white
as chalk cliffs; their bones grinned
in the sun as they anticipated our eyes.
And we watched…
sunlight playing in her hair,
her travelled heart
no longer searching for repair.
Cracking a Gold we drank agreeably
about Kentish ales and how you met:
in grey twilight
picking up the clarinet
next to her car
Last night, placing bets
about why you asked us to huddle
around the laptop, we watched
a grinning British bowler hat
beside our sister, your new bride.
And we hooted like drunken yobbos
from The Hill at the Gabba.