Two Poets Meet In Queensland Heat

My travels on that day had led me to Dan Murphy. The biggest liquor store in all of our Down Under. For scientific reasons I needed to elucidate exactly what medicinal and nutritive concoctions were being sold to man. A matter for my social conscience. I took some samples, by the case of course, there would be ample time throughout the season to test in vivo, most of them. And share the findings only after a thorough evaluation. Which does require some repeats, you know, it's like Koch's Postulates. The next short stop would be the Russian Deli, highly recommended. I wandered over, with the thought that also, on that day a haircut was badly needed, so I looked and spotted a clean Barber Shop. Two gentlemen were drifting past, one with a mop of hair, a youngster. The other must have bugged the man who then had cut and shaved to spite. Remembering my training from the past I thought, hold on this could perhaps be Saywell, the great poet from Tweed Heads. He'd mentioned briefly something about Buddha. Was there a symbolism here, in Tweed? Well, yes it was, and I did skip the Barber, we had some thirty-six in Celsius today so it would pay to keep some insulation on top, who cares about the colour. Uncanny instinct drew us into the shade of a small meeting place with pretty staff, we talked while tasty, and ice cold Victoria Bitter facilitated a proper atmosphere. Too short, we did exchange ideas, I walked away with a small book of poetry, all written by the man. And when we meet again, my friend we shall not only smile but also have a bit more time, as Mr. Glen Fittock and Jack have promised to attend. It's nice when souls can meet who seem to know and recognise each other perhaps from ages past, when ghosts and spirits had the run of all the world and when the universe was still okay. I even think that they had a supply of VB Bitter, since the taste is so familiar.