Notes at a Park


Old man stops to rest,
burnt bat wings above
spread over two wires.


Tree trunk leans
its shadow on the lawn;
a brush turkey sprints;
no birds.


Woman sits
alone at a table,
with salt,
car on concrete
fallen leaves.


Magpies shriek,
swoop at a goanna
noiseless in the grass,
a young fern bent
in the wind.


Grey wood path crosses
the creek
frogs hid in the reeds
when there was water.


Four white ibis walk along the fence.


Dry twig dangles in the wind
black cockatoo upside down.


Old man
on a bicycle
in birdless heat,
dried seeds on the ground.

First Published in Bitterzoet Vol 2.1 2014


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