ripple and fold of Australia
worn vastness

smell the heat of Singapore
fuel and tar


travel is more walking
looking for signs
interpretation - wrong
a lot of stairs
that could go nowhere


climbing into night
its metallic creak
expanse, its different heights
clouds below


city crowds
their own ways

Prague's, the bridge

where you learn to be safe
with sore calves


pre-evening city
unknown birds in the hill park


a bee drinks turn by turn
from weed flowers
among Hebrew stones
small yellow petals
from the elms above
in a line across the top
of gravestones
small pebbles and coins
'salut' says one
another - 'I wish for children'


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