Two ladies travelling head first to a down town bar.
These two ladies, I call them gum trees.
They spoke in that casual tone, of common social deceit. “She did?”
Their flakey bark, tough and whispy, revealed layers they though were covered.
When these two gum trees lost their waxy leaves and bark
They got into everything.
We all knew these two trunks. Head first, leaving roots in every bar.