"Wolli Creek"
Speckled iridescences -
Some patterned, some not,
light broken angles that collide, collude and pave.
They move past me like a hurtling world.
But at Wolli Creek still life emerges
And sits as still as a Van Gough.
He once copied the stars,
but now we make our own.
“Please stand clear - doors closing”.
And slowly at first, but then
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