Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 352 us- central - coast


us - central - coast

there is no let down  where the winds blow
this willy willy    thrills
air sucking    pushing   on the move
 the east
where water’s never needed
calls   

set down like a feather
set down like a concrete bollard
the roof of the shed across the road
spattered on the wires
it looks like broadsheet newspaper
left behind
a park bench has migrated to the centre
of the road

perhaps it will never
be allowed to return 
to the kerb
the prime minister will declare
no more benches
will come by storm
we will drive around it
cursing
making petitions to the council

clouds will gather
in the future   more hail
the hard rain 
and no let up
 on shore

1 comment:

  1. feather the bollards
    and kerb your king
    curse till the winds have blown

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