Leonie Williams
It’s a quiet afternoon
in the streets of Helenvale.
Over the road
a woman limps along painfully,
with clothes torn
as if she’s been attacked.
Children play loudly
in the street
as if joy is deep,
but the woman
struggles along,
and her eyes
limp in her face.
Featured on 18 November 2021 as one of the Helenvale poets
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