In the first years
when the Hmong came
they sold their escape story needle work
black, pink and
long since replaced on market Saturdays
by cabbage, carrots and coriander.
a shining face Sudanese
balanced her shopping bundle
with high head finesse
and grace of fluid hip
incongruent on the suburban footpath.
pleads embarrassment at mum’s old world ways?
And this legacy of transition also topples into memory.