Nathan Mifsud

Every Yarra Crossing

Collins Bridge

steep banks, sweeping bend

the same and yet different

the water’s been where I’ve been

perforated walk atop concrete columns

bluestone culvert from a black hole

lone calla lily at the edge

drifts of conversation: behind, away, above

the tinkle of bike bells

breeze indiscriminate in the trees, my shirt

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