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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 marriage
…
The bridge yawns gracefully above
House lights huddle
On a borrowed headland,
Camped conversations
Silenced by distance
And the inky black spill
Of still ocean
The water is a kiss or a slap
Against the city’s concrete rim -
I can’t decide.
Love those last lines...
sometimes i think thats all it needs....ta!
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