DAY 16 – Aug 18
(on this day in 2019 the scene outside my window was very different) BRUCE
sugar cane
sugar cane
sugar cane
sugar
Bruce you are
the sweetest highway
travelling south now
on the flipside of the dog
we are warm and
sun-soaked
sea-drenched
troubadours
the luckiest of FIFOs
in the land
banana country
obesity central
a railroad of its own
snakes gross beneath the weight
of all that sweetness
cuts through fields of green
if you build it they will come
to fill their arteries
with plaque
warm wind wafting
through my window
and I think of you
and how we made this journey
once
with another rocking crew
kissing kissing kissing kissing
and a restless ocean
heaving
on our left
I feel the heft
of those great waves
all powder blue
and full of stingers
so unlike its majestic
Indian sister
over in the west
she’s Prussian blue and regal that one
as she lumbers to the shore
we thunder down the Bruce
and clock the dead hand
of dull tagging
all boring on some ancient rock
as if we cared
about that spray can piss stain
in amongst
this startling lavish beauty
of such hills and trees
cushion-belted
safe and snug
within the Equinox
we are plugged
into anonymity
individual i-devices
pumping out curated worlds
of music
and of word
absurd buffers
against conversation
observations
shared and heard
above the roaring
of the road
and other trucks
and caravans
and cargo-loads of meat
cows and sheep
and
sugar sugar sugar sugar
to keep the sour world
sweet.
See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists
My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1
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