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Logos smeared in shimmering rouge
On a night-hushed harbour
Fluorescent overtime
Cupping the tinkle-donk
Of tilting masts
Wildly pointing at the stars
In giddy accusation -
Skinned pets, parked
Waiting for Sydney’s
Working wealth to wake
…
Perched on cement
Soothed by the quiet
Moored like these yachts
In obedient patience,
I consider our trembling…
ContinueAdded by Skye Loneragan on February 28, 2012 at 15:52 — 2 Comments
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