By the pool at Bondi Beach
Parents push prams onto the shore
And children rush in sunset squeals
Dropping sand onto their perfect parents,
Dripping apples into their towels.
Miro races Daddy to the water and abruptly
Clings when he realises its cold.
But after, spends an hour
Clothes-less in the brisk evening
Poking around the rocks
While Daddy trails with t-shirt at the ready...
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