Nathan Mifsud

Every Yarra Crossing

Eastern Freeway

like a vast temple on the trail

submerged in white noise

a perched cormorant, laboured beats

trees feeling for the light

limbs swaying

beneath the colossus, a single duck

beneath my hand, the stuff of making

a crawlspace between extended ribs

sudden thumps, a tonne of metal passing

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