Peepholes

There used to be a man, a hobo, who drifted in to our town.

He was selling peepholes from a brown burlap bag.

It was like a lucky dip.

You gave him a few coins and you’d reach in

& pull out a peephole.

You might get lucky, the man said.

You might pick out the one that looks into the universe the moment it was born

or the one that sees who took the Beaumont children

from Glenelg Beach on New Year Day, 1966.

Everyone wanted to know that, especially the parents.

But mostly we got ones that looked at the tree behind it or a flock of black clouds roaming like sheep

in the pasture of the sky.

One day he fell asleep against an old gum in the park

and we looked through his peepholes.

They were all the same,

None peered into a secret place.

They all looked at what was the other side of the peephole.

The man began to wake up.

We shoved the peepholes in his bag and ran off.

We didn’t need a peephole to see through him..

24 thoughts on “Peepholes

  1. This poem IS a peephole! A delightful peephole into the extraordinary ideas people have for making money. This was the original “Nigerian Prince leaves you a fortune” email. πŸ™‚. This poor old guy. Nothing better to sell than a lie. It’s a gorgeous tale. And like Eden said, the imagery has a magical quality. Lovely.

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