Luke Davies

(1962 - / Sydney / Australia)

Summer - Poem by Luke Davies

The sky broods like the whole of Sydney’s
done something wrong and it can’t quite put its finger
on it. Christmas stretches into New Year and
Sydneysiders wear the vacant stare of the slightly
troubled. This is nothing, you think. Humidity
of gathering crowds. Everyone heads to the beach
and the beach too is not quite right, the way
the water stalks foreigners, the way the seaweed

crunches underfoot, the way the wind whips sand
into your fillings. This is nothing, you think.
Diving onto the sandbar, the boy breaks his neck
and the helicopter takes him away. Too much sun,
everywhere. All a helicopter ever meant
is Apocalypse Now, the way its blades shimmer
in the salt haze. The gulls go more insane than ever,
if that’s possible, and later you learn the neck boy dies.

Comments about Summer by Luke Davies

  • Rookie - 0 Points Simon Collins (5/4/2012 5:03:00 AM)

    Very enjoyable writing Luke, real and Observant! , thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 3, 2012

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