Snatches of different languages. I look up
the steps of the Sydney Opera House.
Scattered pockets of tourists climb and run up.
There’s a universal bravado about it all.
Birds of paradise bordering a concrete vaulting,
blown trash whipping at the chain-link fence.
The flora is lush, random and leggy,
limbs smooth as butter-cream stride on by.
Flip-flops slop maintaining a momentum
which travels up the body. Slight girls
in tight skirts drag wedge heels behind
their rucksacks hobbling the posture.
A scene of transience, paradise bordering.
Blown trash whipping at the chain-link fence.