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DEGREEES

Over several family-size supremes

in Bundanoon's Italian spot,

tourists from Sydney whine about

the state of roads into town.

A Pakistani father and his boy,

eating bread scraps, calling to goats,

wander along what's left of a new road,

whilst being watched by a US drone.

LJ, March 2013

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Comment by Lorne Johnson on March 19, 2013 at 17:08: Catherine,

Thanks for your considered commentary. I'm proud of this little poem. Interestingly, it was recently rejected by the editors of Regime in WA (no hard feelings - they published something of mine in their first edition). Australians need to have a huge sense of perspective. We've got it easy, on the whole. I get so bloody sick of spoilt people whining about petty things. Re. justice and fairness... they will never exist in our lifetimes. I guess you're glad I left sloths and kids and Les Murray out of this poem!

Laterz,

LJ