in the sydney early morning light

it wasn’t even sad, she says, with something
di had been married to gerry for 25 years
scattered her husband’s ashes the previous evening

photographer david maurice smith was shooting
this was a little surprising, david says
it wasn’t even sad, she says, with something

because with two little kids she had to keep going
at sunset the family paddled out on boards
scattered her husband’s ashes the previous evening

each morning since gerry died the ocean is helping
she says they fell in love and blended their families
it wasn’t even sad, she says, with something

formed a circle slapping the water and calling
and then one day in february gerry was
scattered her husband’s ashes the previous evening

her life recorded she had just been swimming
chance encounter with the photographer, whose portrait captures
it wasn’t even sad, she says, with something
scattered her husband’s ashes the previous evening

Composed using text cut from an article by Ross Bilton in The Weekend Australian Magazine 18 May 2013.

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