New baby

For now, you are new
almost pristine.
I put you with the others
your older sisters
worn, used, lived-in,
but still prickling with quiet promise:
their honest colours have not faded.
After years of giving
they have so much.

One day I’ll get a CD player
I suppose
And replace you all
But I’ll keep you safe.
When I dust you
I’ll feel the old wild pull.
Like old photographs
you are my youth.

(First published in The West Australian)

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