harbour city’s f_cked

David Moore harbour

the palm at the end, beyond the fence
a last thought of green.
pavement declines to nothing – now what?

lawns gone bronze, water’s like tinfoil

once you could find a spot
catch a feed maybe,
now the bay’s full of shopping carts
& gangsters tied to cookers.

Maggie won’t let me in to get my stuff.
laughs cruelly,
says I have no idea.

Image: David Moore, Sydney Harbour looking east after sunrise, 1963. And for no better reason that I think you’d enjoy it, here’s Japanese jazz pianist Ryo Fukui with Mellow Dream

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