Wooden BridgeMy feet move like the negotiations of a containership approaching berth. The eyes are the city building glass they slip beyond the trees scratch the humming sea. Know so little oyster. ![]() My fingers are ferries teeth are loam my back is gantry this hair is an introduced flowering weed ears carry the wind. I am this harbour neither whole nor unholy. ![]() In free supply but undrinkable lantana manana man in a mangrove embarrassed cluster an afterthought. ![]() National Park railings keep me up, keep ground down Serious injuries may occur at cliff. Beneath a rigged fig—down to the beach we must have our fun food acid/sugar sand castles & tinted society-mums. ![]() I go to the change sheds to embrace change. |
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