Nathan Mifsud

Every Yarra Crossing

Victoria Bridge

rocket ship stilts

the Enterprise vibrating with each tram

hop a guardrail for another world

lure of a forbidden lattice

a flaming hideout, a jungle

disembodied harrying from the water

crews getting square, legs down, eyes up

yelled at from boat and bike

then my reascent by magpie song

and the flutter of cabbage whites

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