Discourse is flighty and faltering on the
concourse.
Intercourse variously memory for those decently
at present
Crossing the concourse. ‘Of course’ comes to mind
for all those
Moving from their A to Z where concourse
intersects.
Off course is location for many a visitor turning
their map round,
Consulting their screen, staring at destinations
in golden lights.
Someone left their myki at home.
One hundred years later
Spencer Street went Europe.
Gone, wind-blown
platforms,
Tin tray cafeteria and poky new-stands. Gone,
tunnel warrens
And the mural hall Age of Steam and
Locomotion.
Terrorism contributes a sculptural oddity
[concrete] [cubes]
To smooth bluestone concourse, glass walls, wavy
ceiling.
No man in a van shall mount the trim kerb and
accelerate
Fast forward at city’s odd mixture of
crowds.
