Melbourne May

seventeen melbourne haiku philip harvey wrote in may 2014

less starless darkness for a tightrope possum and first warbling magpie

black as tree root, pink as gumleaf, grey as bark sunrise again’s cold green

thick dew, dependent dogs while above park treelines three hotair balloons

because we breathe and need a roof and work is work peak hour begins

train says, now arriving at hawksburn, as train arrives at moorabbin

he keeps online profiles, likes and dislikes, blogs, deletes, stays in his room

sushi bar: one pair of eyes on the job, one pair on the customers

a crowd at the tramstop talk to their touch screens, the busker to his dog

brown or silver or grey or bronze towers mirror the turbid river

the new streamlined medical centre fills with crook backs, blood clots, stuffed heads

signs of shops and shops of signs and signs of streets and streets of shops and signs

thought he had change for a coffee but sorry only have a fifty

perfume paris, curve shoes london, handbag roma, voice pure brunswick

central locking remote sensing auto shifting slow brooding road rage

on jolimont half are stoic, half satisfied after the night game

basketball courts, game ended or yet to start empty under floodlight

lights out under doonas the mind sees autumn leaves collect as sleep falls