Ode to Melbourne

I miss Melbourne

That little city tucked away

In that little corner of Earth

I miss Melbourne

How the laneways surprises you

rather than scares you

I miss Melbourne

My own ravine in my own little space

In that little cafe in that little corner

I miss Melbourne

And those who walk down Collins street wearing black at 8.50am

Those who beat drums to protest wars

Those who cuddle up in La Mama

Then go for coffee at Brunetties

I miss Melbourne

Not for her expensive streetside parking

Not for her 45% taxes

Not for those idiots who shout "Asian!" as I walk pass

But for the space she gives me

The scents of flowers in spring,

and good coffee

Maybe she has changed

Maybe she is the same

Maybe I'll go back

Maybe I'll not

Dear Melbourne.