To see the goat races

D0 you remember, Blaise Donan, that Easter, taking the bus for the opal country to ease your father's death out of your system as your mother wished? But really one grieves for the rest of one's life for the imposing of obligation entailed by the dying of innocence. A chrysalis struggling to emerge and wed dream to volition, to dance down the corridor of life that gleams like a supermarket perspective - it's what you were...