Coat

Our coat of arms this way and that way

Grasp for prosperity, leave their own stamp.

Unfurl bon mottoes, a maiden or vamp,

Beknighted kangaroo, a pink heath spray.

Our arms their stars crossed, their holiday

Extends all year to gum-blue horizons;

Distant decorum, a thousand reasons

To keep the façade straight come what may.

It’s sunset over the museum of coats

Paint and possum and velvet and mad camp

When the arms come out to wriggle and float

Highball and snake jive and toddle and tramp

Over a landscape too late to unquote

Born to, took over. Photo by tiny lamp.