Kerri Shying R # 352 us- central - coast

us - central - coast

there is no let down  where the winds blow

this willy willy    thrills

air sucking    pushing   on the move

 the east

where water’s never needed

calls   

set down like a feather

set down like a concrete bollard

the roof of the shed across the road

spattered on the wires

it looks like broadsheet newspaper

left behind

a park bench has migrated to the centre

of the road

perhaps it will never

be allowed to return 

to the kerb

the prime minister will declare

no more benches

will come by storm

we will drive around it

cursing

making petitions to the council

clouds will gather

in the future   more hail

the hard rain 

and no let up

 on shore