what else can you do
when the city floods
the beaches
the hinterland plans
fully booked on the map
nobody here to steal a space
to clog the passages between new
old Queenslanders
refurbished
to the hilt and full of
crystals and tarot card readers
it’s spiritual
you see
i don’t
we look through the trees
for a photo opportunity
a stream of junk
a steamroller
rusted pins and wheels
that once turned
I never expected
such lengths
of authenticity
everywhere
closed since 1918
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