Greyhounds make great pets
A response to 'Half Moon Bay' by Sarah St Vincent Welch
Legs like risen loaves of bread
our heads lolling at the speeding
landscape not taking in the all brown
The odd tree is a thumb swell of khaki
we yearn for an old man kangaroo
an emu a camel a highway robbery
some re-run of history get another
air-con breakdown Someone else’s
road trip reminds me of this and the
coach line I will never travel with again
I am now thinking of greyhound racing
and the increasing number of greyhounds
out walking the
elegant arc of them
lovingly re-homed instead of you know
what still they have that forlorn mien
A guy on a TV ad confesses to his young
wife I curse
she is not your mother so
anyway okay they’ve got a quick loan
we don’t have to hear from them again
and the cat will survive at any cost
Boats scour the water surface white
spectators on
open water in their own
race and we on the verge of losing Gonski
reform of
failing our children our children
failing falling our children wading neck deep
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