Wye

seventeen wye river now haiku philip harvey wrote in april 2011

 

undertow warm after cold spray, the boogie board tugs to get back in

 

issues that were crucial last week pass by like horizon containers

 

chinese on the bus, their cameras full of road signs blurred koalas

 

suds in the rushes, ducks on a roll, bottle with its nothing message

 

crash of waves then carol plays a chopin cd soft then crash of waves

 

op shop plates of film of baked beans eggy toast piled on a spare sink edge

 

two hours then bridie’s mayfair monopoly closes the game down

 

questionmarks are their sulphur crests peering down from the gutters for seed

 

salt residues wash with orange soap, sand curves in the shower corners

 

three grey powers park their harleys near the jimi hendrix campervan

 

gumleaves fawn slender mottled twirling from above layer the rain tanks

 

just enough time to see a bowerbird grab a grape from the decking

 

the newspaper tells how melbourne trams need improving, time for coffee

 

towels doonas wetsuits bathers on the railings, sun goes behind cloud

 

over reds talk goes through hobbies, dreams, bible, recipes, taylor swift

 

good weekends flame kindling catches mulga lengths smoulder the masport glows

 

after first light good friday twenty surfers drift beyond the reef  foam