#186 ‘Day’s end, Kununurra’
Evening calls of a football team practising
for next Saturday’s final at the showground
oval.
Sandy steps of a man going home after a slow
day
selling Aboriginal art to non-aboriginal
art lovers.
C’me
on boys, atsit, atsit, the coach calls.
Someone’s trail bike’s roar, round and
round the oval.
Creaking fruit bats shivered back to life
to dip
their furry chests in silvered lake water
as they go.
Terse complaints of a lazy-winged black
kite circling
the players, puncturing their coach’s
calls.
These our best prayers made, the day gone
feathery grey
and bought now for its exact price,
we have what turns to darkness and more
vivid eyes.
very nice.
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