Monday Morning (Kiama, 1997)

sgmcinerney600
Jun 14
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The weekend gone, the emptied bins are out.

Another night of icy wind and rain.

Stormwater rushes past towards the drain,

With beer-like head of suds, Band Aid packet,

A Kmart catalogue and someone's mail -

Those soaked pages relieved of their detail.

A love letter perhaps: someone's devotion

Poured onto the page. Or bills. Either way,

The ink flows out again towards the ocean

Where nothing falls in love or has to pay.

Beneath dark clouds the sea is inky blue,

As though filled with the dreams that won't come true.

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