I wonder of their views over the West Footscray “Hansen for Houses” 40s estate.
Who is intriguing them today?
Child inside me yearns to climb through and explore these vast buildings,
For clues of the times Coral’s dad worked there.
Like the stencilled signs on the brick walls out front,
Faded but still there-
Tattoos of time.
Up the path and knocking on the bulging burgundy doors,
A VIP visitor from one of Hansen’s houses,
Tea and scones with the manager and a complimentary bale of wool.
The smell of wool wafting through broken panes,
In an exquisite Industrial Landscape.