Petals on the ground like confetti
Pink, white and each one tiny and discrete
Heaping in the gutters like a pastel snowdrift
Rain falling from the sky
And a smell like Melbourne school mornings
The feeling of 'change', 'change'... excitement stirs
The sun like a revelation
It's warm and the light drawn out for ages
We can stay up late now and do something. Finally!
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