Catch of the Day
There are fresh
leaves ripening on the frangipanni
fronds growing across
jacarandas. The flame tree fires
up from the depth of
black pods, the cuckoos are chased
by noisy minors. The
ravens caw in circles, kookaburras preen
and don’t give a
toss, in Bunbury they tape fish to the ATMs.
Suddenly the
temperature plunges, we have walked with wind
blowing around our
ankles. The rain has started and stopped,
in Bunbury they tape
fish to the ATMs. In the city
there have been
protests, the politicians
are getting irate.
Don’t these bloody reprobates know
you can’t stop
money from being made. There are
small shells washed
along the tidal line and cunjevoi
quarrelling the
toss. In Bunbury they'll be taping fish
to ATMs, it’s a bit
of a problem for head office.
I love the edginess of this poem, Kate, and how it contrasts with the natural surroundings…
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