over the balcony
railing
of Hadley’s Hotel
in Hobart
rebuked by the blond
bulk of St David’s
the sea breeze comes
caressing
the new millennium
and I am scared of
heights
I walk about
striving
not to step on
Australiana
or spear kookaburra
dreams,
my thongs spattered
with red mud,
my bloody history
losing itself
like rain on a
terracotta road
tomorrow night we’ll
spend
in the casino
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