night drive

they drive 
		into the dark 

at a quiet intersection
 puddles slosh and wink

the staggered wash
of coloured lights

she says “why are they soapy?”

“eucalyptus oil”
says Mummy,  pointing

the dark, limp fingers
of an overhanging gum

tyres splash / this lullaby night 

she's sleeping in suds
waiting for the moon
to towel her dry

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