Sky taut blue,
taut like a balloon
no shade.
Yachts bob
speedboats whip at
dull grey sea,
Melbourne skyline.

Outside my window
traffic throats all night
Chinese whispers.
You sleep, bundled up in duvet
tight to clench you; I walk
upside down in a flat country.

Palms line the road
Fifties facades facing ocean,
I move from shade to sun,
the tide turns in again,
dragonfly flips across the bay.

At the centre of the park
a lone black man drinks
and shouts, unintelligible
words at blonde passers by,
trams rattle ,seed pods drop:
I wait for something
to happen.